Liao Ran used a leaf to gather water and fed it to Chang Geng, then found the medicine he had with him to rewrap the wounds. Chang Geng drank the water, letting out a sigh. He gathered some strength to speak, tried to regain his spirit and patted the side, joking to Xu Ling, "Come, sit here, Ming Yu. To lose one's horse might be a blessing. Before my breath runs out, you first stop your mourning."

Xu Ling wiped his tears with his sleeve, after repeating the words ‘how embarrassing’ several times, he choked up again, "It was this lowly official who had dragged Your Highness down."

Chang Geng laughed softly when he heard these words: "Last time when foreigners besieged the city, Brother Ming Yu himself was determined to work hard and learn a foreign language. What do you intend to do after this? Do you want to go back and learn martial arts so that you can break big stones with your chest?"

Xu Ling: "..."

Chang Geng: "You see, Master Liao Ran doesn't cry, he is very calm."

The monk shamelessly gestured, "The poor monk was not able to be of use and had to rely on the protection of Your Highness. I will surely light a longevity lamp for Your Highness and chant sutras every day for you after returning."

"Thank you, Master, but with your dignified image, if you were to open your mouth, I am afraid I would have to die young."

Chang Geng adjusted his posture with difficulty. A cold sweat immediately trickled down from behind his ear. He gasped for breath and said to Xu Ling, "These days, that boiling...matter, the bandits of Sha Hai Group had also begun to talk about it. Yang Rong Gui used my name to rebel. Even if we are innocent, they certainly can not catch our weak point, but...logic could say otherwise... Ah... Master, you can't talk, but are you also blind?"

Liao Ran, who had little eyesight, together with Xu Ling, came closer to support Chang Geng left and right, carefully avoided his wounds and turned him over.

"Mm, logic says otherwise… we would not be able to clear ourselves." Chang Geng then withstood the pain to fill in the latter part of the sentence, "The situation of the refugees in Jiangbei has arrived at this stage, we cannot give up halfway... Instead of rushing back to find the Emperor to defend ourselves, I'd better stay here to settle the matter thoroughly, then I can take advantage of this minor skin and flesh injury to take a leave and avoid suspicion."

Xu Ling saw his newly wrapped gauze starting to bleed through again, hearing the careless phrase ‘minor skin and flesh injuries’, his admiration for Yan Wang was beyond reproach. It was not much less compared to Master Feng Han from the capital.