Yun Jiao leaned in Wanyan Zhang's embrace, gripping his arm tightly, and stammered, "Prince, I'm begging you, please, won't you promise me? Don't pursue them anymore, just let them go."
Wanyan Zhang was both angry and anxious. Even at a time like this, she was still thinking about her family!
Wanyan Zhang gritted his teeth, wanting to forbid it.
But as he looked down at Yun Jiao, her eyes were filled with a plea.
The hand he held under her knees was now covered with something sticky.
He had never seen a woman give birth before. When the Princess gave birth to his son, he wasn't even in Huining; by the time he returned, his son was nearly a year old.
He felt the warmth of blood in his palm, the blood trickling down his hand, and he thought that the woman in his arms might die at any moment.
Wanyan Zhang's voice trembled, "I won't pursue them. I'll let them go!"
He looked down at her, "I promise you, you— you must be okay."
Yun Jiao struggled to speak, "Thank you... Prince."
