In the room, now only Cao Yi remained.
He looked at Sikong Jing and sighed, "The doctors have all said they are helpless, and even said the commander had already died once. It was a miracle that he could be resuscitated and awake for half a day."
His voice was hoarse to the extreme, and his eyes were reddened, holding back tears.
Sikong Jing did not take off the Dark Wing Mask, and after a silence, he said, "Blame me, Mo Ci came for me."
"No, it was the Eldest Prince."
Cao Yi shook his head vigorously, "Ji Tan doesn't even know where you are. He's just using Mo Ci to kill the Beigong Commander, and even without you, Ji Tan would have other means. That bastard is probably thinking of harming the Emperor too."
Even though Cao Yi said this, Sikong Jing still felt very guilty and sighed silently.
"What should we do now?"
Cao Yi clenched his fists tightly and continued, "If Ji Tan finds out that the commander is not dead, he definitely has plans."