He is his shadow, followed in the past and present lives, from generation to generation
He is his master, but he raised him with his own hands. He is his shadow as the love of his life.
"Hao, I've been poisoned." Yang Hao hurriedly stepped forward. "I'm going to call the imperial doctor immediately." Wang Jing stretched out his hand and threw his secret guard onto the bed. "I've been poisoned by someone. There's no cure."
Yang Hao looked puzzled. If he was poisoned, why didn't he call an imperial doctor instead of stripping off his clothes? . .