Yu Yang said, "Father Emperor has fallen ill due to accumulated exhaustion, with his illness coming on like a collapsing mountain and leaving like drawing silk, slowly nourishing him will be good, Sister, please put your heart at ease."
"How can I be at ease?" the Princess fretted, "As long as Father Emperor is not well, I can have no peace of mind. Ayang, shall we invite Xiaoying to the capital?"
"Sister, that time has not yet come, Father Emperor will be fine, you believe me." Yu Yang reassured in a gentle voice, "I wish for Father Emperor to recover soon, just like you. But even if Master comes to the capital, Father Emperor still needs to recuperate, and his illness cannot be cured immediately."
The Princess sighed.
She knew that Yu Yang was speaking the truth, but any past resentment had gradually dissipated with the execution of the entire Si Family and the aging of Emperor Mingjing.