Pei Zhaolin looked at Yu Yang's wound and frowned, "Ayang, are we just going to endure this forever? You are not made of iron; how can you withstand being injured over and over again?"
"It's okay, I can still take it," Yu Yang responded calmly. "The time has not yet come, just wait a bit longer."
"But they're getting more and more ruthless!"
"It doesn't matter, just petty tricks."
Pei Zhaolin sighed, swallowing the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.
Yu Yang always had his own ideas, and no one could change what he decided.
As a brother, all he could do was help treat the wounds; beyond that, there was nothing else he could assist with.
"Jiajia, how is the situation in Dafu Village?" Yu Yang looked towards Wang Jia.
"They just sent people to watch Master; those assassins from before have all disappeared, they didn't dare to take action again."
"That's good."
After Pei Zhaolin finished bandaging him, Yu Yang stood up, ready to enter the palace.