Who would have thought that this time, they would not even get to see the Emperor, but would be dismissed directly by Wang Zhen.
That night, the rain indeed came down in torrents.
No matter how healthy someone was, they would fall ill after being drenched all night. Besides, the north was colder than the south. The soldiers had been marching at speed for seven straight days, and with provisions running short, no one had even eaten their fill.
Beset by hunger and cold, quite a few soldiers fell sick.
Pan Yu was in robust health, darting about everywhere to snatch medicine for his fellow soldiers.
Indeed, medicinal herbs were scarce, and military physicians even scarcer. Securing one was harder than scaling the heavens.
Yu Rui, who had entered the Five Army Camp with him, stared at him blankly.
When Pan Yu turned around and saw snot hanging from his nose, his face immediately filled with disgust. He casually plucked a few leaves and handed them over. "Wipe it off."
Yu Rui sniffed, sucking the snot right back in.
Pan Yu recoiled three steps away in disgust. When he looked back again, Yu Rui's eyes had already reddened.
Pan Yu froze, then hurried forward. "Don't cry. I-I won't be disgusted by you, all right?"
Yu Rui shook his head and rasped, "Pan Yu, I think I'm going to die... sob..."
Pan Yu clapped a hand over his mouth, not a trace of amusement on his solemn face. "Yu Rui, you must never say such things again. They're inauspicious. If they reach His Majesty's ears, you'll be held accountable!"
Yu Rui nodded through his tears.
Pan Yu withdrew his hand and said gravely, "Wait here. I'll find medicine for you."
Yu Rui choked back a sob. "This is already more than