Emperor Can't Resist

Qin Buzhou had been on the battlefield for many years, but he had never seen such an undedicated assassin. Day after day, he grabbed onto his sleeves and hugged his arms, crying for him to accompany him.
This was something intolerable, but Qin Buzhou's face was cold.
"Last night, His Majesty said that Chenqie had to go through with it, but today, he already changed his mind. As expected of a man, you can't trust his words. Hmph, chenqie is about to leave!"
"Yes, I'll do it alone," someone said, his expression unchanged.