"No, you heard wrong. I always talk to Jing Tian so loudly."
As he said this, he gestured to Duan Jingtian with his eyes, hoping that he could comfort Nanshan Wanchi.
Although he was a little annoyed, Duan Jingtian could only suppress his temper, walked to Nanshan Wanchi, and said:
"Yes, we are not quarreling"
As he spoke, he paused again, looked at Nanshan's restless eyes, and said softly:
"Wanchi, brother Jingtian, please do me a favor, okay?"
"Duan Jingtian!"
As soon as Duan Jingtian talked about this, Yang Ye's face darkened.
Duan Jingtian ignored Yang Ye's cold expression, turned his gaze to Nanshan Wanchi, and continued:
"Wanchi, can you help me?"
"Hmm? Can I?"
But when he saw Nanshan looking at him with some hesitation, he said, "I don't know anything."
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she thought of this.
"It doesn't matter if you don't, as long as you promise to help me."
"Okay, how can I help?"
Seeing Nanshan's late agreement, Duan Jingtian raised a smile in his eyes, cast a faint glance at Yang Ye, and then said:
"Our emperor misses the empress too much and is seriously ill. Now the doctors can't do anything. I just heard your voice is very similar to the empress's. As long as you ask the emperor to wake up,
He will definitely wake up after listening to you."
He looked at Nanshan Wanchi expectantly, and when he saw her looking at him with a pair of hesitant eyes, he said doubtfully:
"Is this really okay?"
"Okay, of course. Are you willing to try it for me?"
Duan Jingtian didn't dare to move his eyes away from Nanshan Manchi's face, as if he was afraid that she would refuse.
Seeing her tilting her head, she began to think deeply again, and then turned her gaze inquiringly to Yang Ye, who was silent on the side.
"Brother Ye, can I go?"
She asked carefully. From the look on Brother Ye's face, it seemed that he didn't like her going to other people's countries, and he seemed angry.
Seeing that Nanshan was asking for his opinion late at night, Yang Ye's originally gloomy face softened slightly.