"Don't move, just lie down."
Chen Mo quickly walked over and assisted Xue Gu to lie back down.
Xue Gu felt incredibly honored and overwhelmed at being attended to with such care, particularly as a diplomat of Great Wei, normally welcomed as a distinguished guest at various countries during overseas visits.
Why did these countries treat him so well?
Was it because of himself?
He didn't have the face for it.
Rather, it was because a powerful nation stood behind him—Great Wei.
He took pride in Great Wei, and now having the honor to interact closely with the Emperor of Great Wei, his feelings were beyond imagination.
Chen Mo didn't rush to inquire about the fleet, instead asking first about his physical condition.
This concern from such an eminent person gave Xue Gu a boost in self-esteem; he felt that the looks directed at him by those around were filled with envy, inflating his vanity.
So, even though he felt unwell, Xue Gu stubbornly claimed he was fine.
