Below First Rank, Ji Mingzhou!

Southern Gate of the Royal Capital.

Screee—

A celestial crane let out a long cry.

At once, everyone who had been waiting outside the city gate for some time turned to look toward the city.

Hearing the crane's long cry, they knew the person they awaited had arrived.

"He's here!" someone said quietly.

"I heard he was cursed half a month ago. His condition must be terrible by now."

"That should be the case. More than half a month has passed. Once the curse enters the body, medicine and stone alike cannot cure it. This calamity is impossible to escape."

"..."

Listening to those hushed discussions, a glimmer passed through Ji Minghao's eyes.

Over the past few days, he had also taken Ji Mingyue to visit Jiang Ning twice.

Each time, Jiang Ning had been worse than the last.

The last time had been three days ago.

Back then, Jiang Ning had been unable to suppress his heavy coughing before him. Ji Minghao had even seen the dark golden bloody foam Jiang Ning coughed into his hand.

At that moment, he had sensed the cold, hidden power of the curse emanating from Jiang Ning.

He also knew that Jiang Ning had already embarked upon the same ending as his imperial father.

The death calamity was ultimately impossible to evade.

For his imperial father was already about to reach that point.

He knew that the reason his imperial father had not attended court or shown himself these past days was because his condition had completely worsened.

The curse had reached its final stage.

And Jiang Ning would not be able to hold on much longer. He would eventually reach that point as well.

Let Little Seventeen accompany him through this last stretch of time! Ji Minghao sighed inwardly.

"Eighth Prince, the