The room had a noticeable dicinal sll.
Situ Yongjie glanced around, thinking to himself, the rumors were indeed true, the Prince was seriously ill. But, proposing marriage to the Prince at this ti, doesn’t it seem a bit too materialistic?
After all, no one in their right mind would want to marry their daughter to a dying man.
His mind spun with countless thoughts in an instant, considering many possibilities.
However, on second thought, the War Prince, being the War God of Moli Country, is naturally different from ordinary people. If he were to unfortunately die from illness, Moli Country would be embroiled in war. By doing this, it’s for the sake of Moli’s common people, and thinking this, he found so peace of mind.
Long Rui lay in bed, waiting for a while, but still didn’t hear Situ Yongjie speak, getting a bit impatient. He sneaked a glance at him and saw him in a daze, which made him anxious.
He intently glanced at Long Yi, hoping he would remind General Situ to get to the main topic.
Long Yi knew exactly what the master’s mood was, but he pretended not to see it, looking around everywhere but never towards Long Rui.
Long Rui gritted his teeth in frustration, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he was a patient now, unable to lose his temper or move.
"Ge... Gen... General, is there... anything you need... you need help with from... from this prince?"
With no help from Long Yi, Long Rui had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.
As the saying goes, whatever you do, you must fit the role.
Long Rui lived up to this saying, playing the part of a patient perfectly. His expression and tone when speaking were exactly like a seriously ill person with little ti left.
Long Yi laughed to himself; the master was indeed a genius, fitting any role he took on.
Situ Yongjie finally snapped back to reality: "General, knowing your health isn’t good, I’m quite worried. I’ve heard from my mother’s advice that there’s a way to help you recover quickly."
Just get to the proposal, why all this nonsense? Long Rui couldn’t help but curse inwardly.
Yet outwardly, he had to play weak.
After all, he was the seriously ill patient now! Appearing too strong would arouse suspicion.
"Wha... wha... what thod is that?"
"Prince, please forgive my boldness."
"Hmm! I for... forgive your impudence, spea... speak!"
"The prince’s health is deteriorating, continuing like this isn’t an option. The common people outside are already in a panic, afraid that if sothing happens to you, they would lose their support."
Situ Yongjie rambled on without getting to the main issue.
Given Long Rui’s usual temperant, he would have shouted at him already. However, he was a patient and couldn’t shout or move, making him feel unbearably stifled.
Even Long Yi couldn’t stand it; usually, General Situ wasn’t like this. At this critical mont, why was he so hesitant today? So, he leaned in and gently reminded Situ Yongjie: "General, the Prince’s health is frail, hurry up and speak, don’t delay his rest ti."
"Right, right, I almost forgot, haha!" Situ Yongjie said, forcing an unnatural laugh.
The master’s almost frantic expression, Long Yi didn’t want him to impulsively reveal the act of being ill. The War Prince’s Mansion had too many of the Emperor’s spies, so he quickly said to Situ Yongjie, "Hurry up, the Prince is waiting to rest. General, make it brief."
Situ Yongjie: "Yes."
So, he repeated the purpose of his visit to Long Rui once more.
Finally, he sincerely said: "The Prince toils day and night for the country, surely he’s exhausted. If he marries my daughter to bring so joy, perhaps this illness could be overco."
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