Yang Wenxiao looked at Qiao Xiaomai's tear-stained little face and was silent for a moment before speaking, "Three days, if there's no news from him after three days, then I will have someone escort you out of the palace to find him."
The journey from the Capital City to Dingzhou's Cloud Lake required three days. If one were to urge the horse on at full speed day and night, a message should be able to be sent back within that time.
By then, there would be a clear answer as to whether the person could be saved or not.
Upon hearing this, Xiaomai continued to bite her lip, blood continuously oozing out from her lips as if she felt nothing, her stubborn eyes fixated on Yang Wenxiao, refusing to budge even an inch, "No, I have to see him right now."
Three days, in three days a body could already begin to decompose.
She had to go right now.
Yang Wenxiao "..."