Chen Zhao was burning with anxiety. He wanted to hurry back; his wife and children were surely still alive, and he had to go back and reunite with them.
But what did this Mr. Chen mean now? Did he expect him to carry him on his back?
Now that things had come to this, this Mr. Chen was actually thinking about those old pampered days?
"Chen Zhao, you go." Qian Hui Chun's weak voice sounded. He slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze seemed to harden.
"I won't survive. Even if I go back, you and I both know what's waiting for me. You going alone will be much easier than taking me with you."
Then he suddenly sat up and began taking off his official uniform.
Chen Zhao was stunned. "My lord! What are you doing?"
"Take my official uniform and official seal back. They'll believe you." Qian Hui Chun's hands were trembling, and his breathing grew rapid.
Chen Zhao also knew that what Qian Hui Chun said was true. No matter what, the lord could not live, but what about those commoners?
