Zhulan looked at Yao Zheyu's somewhat pale complexion, "Mr. Hou, you're still ill, why not rest another night and set out tomorrow?"
Don't aggravate your illness, their kindness may run out, this is the real world, look how pitiable the male lead is, and the male lead could very well die too.
Yao Zheyu was anxious to return to the capital; he regretted not waiting for his grandfather's troops to join him. Worried about his grandfather's health, he had hurried back with his people only to be ambushed on the first day, realizing that someone had deliberately exaggerated his grandfather's condition to lure him back.
