C1191 Secretly Deploy

"Royal Father, how are you?"

Within the Annding City, Bei Yue army that had temporarily settled down was still waiting. Fong Tine, who was currently in the Prefect's mansion, was lying on his bed with a cold towel still on his forehead.

Fong Tine's lips were a little dry and cracked, and his breathing was sometimes short and sometimes slow, making him look very uncomfortable