Zama followed his strength and looked over.

"You stay and take care of her."

Zama's face changed drastically, "Master, can't."

The right king pressed him down and said, "The wounds on her body are all because of me. If you are not here, I will be worried."

"When I go back this time, I must settle the total account with them, mother and son. If I am distracted, I am afraid that the outcome will be unpredictable."

Zama was reluctant.

The right king said again: "You are the person I trust the most. Only when you are here can I feel at ease."

"But master, the royal city has been martial law long ago. If you just go back alone, wouldn't it be a sheep entering the tiger's mouth?"

The right king smiled gently, "If you think so, why don't other people be the same?"

"The princess is domineering, those important officials are very frustrated these days, right?"

Zama nodded in a cowardly manner.

Are the court officials mentioned by the Right King who are similar in weight to his father? They all followed Kuha when they were young. The king and his ministers have been with each other for decades, and have gone through the ups and downs together, and have come to this day.

"They are all smart people, and they must know how to choose."

The Right King said lightly.

"But none of them are on your side now."

"Now, dozens of miles away around the royal city are controlled. If no one is able to handle it, it will be impossible to get there."

The Right King smiled, "I have my own way, and I am not one, aren't you still your guards?"

"That's only a few people."

Zama muttered in a low voice.

The Right King stared at him with a heavy expression. Zama was shocked to speak out and hurriedly pursed his lips and said nothing.

The right king turned his eyes and looked into the room, "I'll leave this place to you, take good care of her and wait for my news."

Zama curled his lips, looking like he didn't dare to be angry or speak out.

The Right King pretended not to find out.

He and Zama grew up together since childhood, and the two of them could be said to be no longer familiar with each other. With Zama's nature, as long as he explained and he could not refute it, then in the end, no matter how reluctant he was, he would do it in the end.

He was sure that Yuan Baoer was taken care of, so he prepared to leave.

Zama followed him, circling around, his mouth silently opening and closing.

The right king glanced at him with a squinted eye.

Zama immediately retracted her head and pretended to look at the surrounding scenery.

The right king curled his lips, tied his bag tightly, and carried it on his back.

"I'm leaving," he went outside to lead the horse, and the horse followed him, like a small tail.

The right king tidied up his saddle and turned his head and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely be alive."

Zama pulled the corner of his mouth, and his face looked extremely obvious.

The Right King just pretended not to see it, and swung his whip and left in the dust.

Zama watched him go away from afar, and he slowly returned until he could not see his shadow.

At this time, Yuan Baoer was still asleep, and it was already two hours later when she knew that this was happening.

"Why don't you follow him?"

Yuan Baoer was anxious.

"You think I don't want to?"

Zama hummed unhappily and slapped her in a bad way.

“Because of me?”

Yuan Baoer shook her head, "There's no need."

She forced herself to sit up, "I can do it myself, you go after him now."

Zama curled her lips, "Lying down honestly, you can get out sooner, and I can get out sooner."

When Yuan Baoer heard this, he lay down slowly.

In the evening, the little girl came over to deliver food to Yuan Baoer.

Yuan Baoer couldn't move too much, so she let the little girl have dinner for her and help her to change her clothes.

Two days later, Yuan Baoer's wound had scabbed.

As long as you don’t use too much force, there will be no serious injury.

One morning, Yuan Baoer had breakfast and heard a noise outside.

She put her shoulders on the little girl and went to the window, and saw Zama gathering people in a hurry.

She shouted without much strength, Zhama glared at her and came over reluctantly.

"What's wrong?"

The injury was too severe and the blood was too heavy, which made her voice always feel a little erratic.

"I received the news that the princess was gathering troops around the royal city, thinking that she wanted to deal with her master."

"Then you might as well go," Yuan Baoer rushed to catch him in a hurry, but as a result, her face turned pale when she was too big and she was involved in the wound.

"Be honest," Zhama rolled his eyes and ordered the little girl to help Yuan Baoer away.

"Go quickly," Yuan Baoer insisted, grasping the window frame.

"You think I don't want to," Zama glared at her viciously.

"Then go," Yuan Baoer stared at him unwilling to be outdone.

After a moment, she sneered, "I understand, you're scared."

"You coward," she looked despicable, "Since that's the case, don't show this to me, as if I'm delaying you."

She let go of the girl's hand and turned to get the bag.

Zama was shocked and rushed in, "What are you going to do?"

Yuan Baoer laughed, "You are afraid of death, I am not afraid, I will not delay you, I will go and save myself."

"You can calm down," Zama was afraid of hurting her, and was afraid that she would really leave, so she could only use her body to block her.

But Yuan Baoer was flexible and even though she was injured, she was not a good person. Without stopping, she ran over him and ran out.

"I'll go, I'll go," Zama chased after him and said helplessly.

Yuan Baoer stood still, "Really?"

Zama nodded.

He originally wanted to go, but he was just worried about Yuan Baoer's side.

Since she insisted on going, he left and gave an explanation to his master.

"Okay, you go first, wait for me, I'll go find you."

Zama nodded, called his subordinates, and ran away in a swarm.

As they left, the guest house became quiet.

Yuan Baoer held the little girl's hand and slowly went back.

The little girl looked at her back, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, "The wound is broken."

Yuan Baoer nodded and said lightly: "Please help me reband it."

The little girl hurriedly went to get the medicine and bandages and helped her retreat the wound.

Yuan Baoer always closed her eyes, silent, and seemed to have no feeling.

The little girl hurried out with a blood-stained bandage and a basin of water.

Yuan Baoer didn't open her eyes until her footsteps rang far away.

A black shadow fell quietly into the house, probably because he was worried, and the person who came bowed through the curtain.

Yuan Baoer glanced at him, curled his lips and smiled, "Your master asked you to come?"

The visitor responded respectfully and said, "The sir is on the way here, but because of too many eyeliners, it is not convenient to come here."

Yuan Baoer murmured, got up slowly, and went to the hall.

The visitor took a quick step back.

Yuan Baoer looked at him for a while before saying, "You go back and tell him that I'm fine here, just let him concentrate on his own."

Now the right king has been defeated, and even if there is a help from the horse, it is just a mantis arm to be a chariot.

In fact, she agreed with the Left King ascending to the throne. She was thinking about his repeated kindness to do good to him, but after the previous death battle, no matter how great the kindness was, she had been paid off.
Chapter completed!