On the other side, Prince Qing was supporting Ji Feiyu as they fled toward North City, surrounded by a crowd of guards.
Ji Feiyu had been severely injured by Yang Zhengshan's spear strike, but Prince Qing was still loyal enough not to abandon him.
"Your Highness, go on your own. I'm nothing but a burden now!"
"No. If we leave, we leave together!" Prince Qing had Ji Feiyu's arm over his shoulder, frantic and anxious, but still unwilling to give up on him.
"Your Highness!"
"Eunuch Zhang won't be coming back. This King doesn't want even you to die here too!" Prince Qing said, panting.
He knew Zhang Yu was no match for Yang Zhengshan. When Zhang Yu stayed behind to cover their retreat, he had already understood that he had lost this kin who had accompanied him for more than half his life.
That was right. In his heart, Zhang Yu was his family.
It was Zhang Yu who had cared for him since he was young, Zhang Yu who had accompanied him through that most unbearable period, and Zhang Yu who had helped him deploy this great chessboard.
There were not many people he trusted and relied on. Zhang Yu was the most important one, and Ji Feiyu counted as one too.
He had already lost Zhang Yu. He did not want to lose Ji Feiyu as well.
Soon, they arrived at the middle city gate. Earlier, Lu Chongde had led men to take this gate, but now there was no one guarding it. Lu Chongde had not arranged for someone to guard this gate; at this moment, he was leading the soldiers who had changed sides in a charge toward the south.
Because of that, it actually made things easier for Prince Qing and Ji Feiyu. Under