After another quarter of an hour, Ye Yiheng finally left the hall and called a halt to the carriage crossing the entrance of the estate.
Ji Qingyu, who had been running breathlessly, instantly collapsed to the ground as soon as the horse carriage stopped.
Ye Yiheng slowly walked over and stepped on his chest, "If you can't do it, don't push yourself so hard. Look, you've collapsed from exhaustion."
Ji Qingyu gasped for air and said intermittently, "You're the one... who can't do it, damn it."
Leng Yu Yan took a few steps forward and approached Ye Yiheng, "Ji Qingyu, I'm the most aware of whether His Highness is capable or not."
Ji Qingyu, "Ah Yan, if he is capable, why are you still..."
