Ning Chen wanted to keep playing tough, but his head was foggy, and wave after wave of dizziness kept washing over him.

"Old Pan, have someone use whistling arrows to call back the Ning'an Army chasing Kang Luo. Don't press a cornered enemy.

And wipe out the Nanyue army. Not one of them is to be left alive.

Make sure you protect the grain. That's..."

Before Ning Chen could finish, his head drooped, and he passed out cold.

Everyone panicked!

Xiao Yanxi said urgently, "Stay calm, everyone. Ning Chen said it himself: if he goes down, the army loses heart and its spirits sink.

Keep it quiet. You all stay here, and I'll take him back for treatment."

Pan Yucheng nodded.

With the Ning'an Army out on the battlefield, he turned to the modao army. "Escort my lord prince back!"

"Yes!"

Ning Chen was in real danger this time. He'd been badly hurt to begin with. Now he'd caught a chill on top of it, and his fever wouldn't break!

He'd been unconscious ever since they brought him back!

The battle outside the city raged from morning until late at night before it finally ended.

The Great Xuan had won a complete victory.

But Ning Chen was in a bad way. He'd been given medicine, yet he showed no sign of waking.

The army physicians and every good doctor in the city had come to see him... and they'd all reached the same conclusion: this time it was up to heaven.

His wounds were serious enough already, and a fever from a chill put frost on top of his snow.

The next day he was still unconscious.

And the fever still hadn't broken.

The sweat poured off him layer after layer. They'd changed his underclothes several times, and even the bedding was soaked through with cold sweat and had to be changed more than once.

Worry ate at all of them.

Tantai Qingyue hadn't stood by, either. Since the night before, she'd more than once channeled her breath into him to warm and strengthen his body.

But they'd tried everything,…