"Father, no matter what, Xiao Chen is my friend. Do you really want me to kick him when he's down?" Yang Xin'er said firmly, "I know I can't help him, but I won't let you harm him!"
Yang Weiyuan sighed as he looked at his stubborn daughter and said, "All right, we'll withdraw then!"
"Thank you, Father!"
Yang Xin'er knew this might not change anything, but it was the only thing she could do at the moment.
As Yang Weiyuan and Yang Xin'er left the battlefield together, it immediately caught the attention of many and caused quite a few to feel dissatisfied.
"Yang Weiyuan, what do you mean by this?" Xu Zhenfei, the Commandery Prince of the South, demanded.
"It means nothing special. The outcome will be the same with or without me, so I simply choose not to participate," Yang Weiyuan replied calmly.
The others wanted to criticize him, but then they heard Cang Emperor's cold voice, "Leave him be!"
"Idiot!" many thought scornfully, convinced Yang Weiyuan had lost his mind.
