"Yeah, I guess so." Train with his other hand. That was the very worst that could happen. He could handle that, he thinks, slowly perking up at that idea. He loves fighting and night-hunts. He loves swordsmanship and archery. However, if he absolutely had to choose, he'd put down his bow any day to keep Suihua. He just never thought he'd have to make this sacrifice too.

It once again made him wonder just how he was going to be remembered. What would he be if from this moment on, he was some bedridden ruler who couldn't fight? He's pretty sure he just might go find that assassin's dagger in the treasury vault...

"Hey.. you know how Jiujiu is Wei-qianbei younger brother? Is he was gone for over ten years, is Jiujiu now the older brother?"