When Lu Mingyuan didn't respond,
Lu Yunqing sighed inwardly, aggrieved and helpless. After saying those words, he quickly lost the nerve to even meet Lu Mingyuan's gaze.
'But what choice did he have?'
He carried the expectations of too many people—the hopes of his numerous subordinates, the admonitions of his teacher, the anticipation of his Imperial Father. He absolutely could not afford a single misstep.
If he couldn't secure the Emperor's Throne, he would never see Ning Feiyu again.
Meaning his beloved consort, after her Flesh Body was reconstructed, would no longer recognize him.
The image of the Military Saint's departing back was still vivid in his mind, his parting words unforgettable.
If he couldn't prove his own worth, then everything would slip away from him.
Lu Yunqing believed Lu Mingyuan would surely agree to his request.
