Chu Yihan had been in battle for three days straight. As a sovereign personally taking to the field, it inevitably caused concern among his subordinates.
Although he wasn't seriously injured, excessive fatigue could also harm the dragon's physique.
"Shut up. Didn't I lead you through campaigns to the east and west before? Did you talk this much then?" Chu Yihan glared at Mo Qi.
Mo Qi guiltily lowered his head. Although his words were a bit sanctimonious, his worries were genuine—Chu Yihan was no longer alone!
He had once been the solitary Ninth Prince, but now he was an emperor with a wife and children, and behind him, the entire realm. If anything were to happen...
Even committing suicide as an apology wouldn't be enough!
Truth be told, what he feared most was the empress coming to hold him accountable: "My husband is under your protection, and this is how thin and tired you've allowed him to become?"
