When Lu Zijia said "he," she looked at the baby in Yao Shuyi's arms.
Apparently, she was referring to the baby.
Even though the Young Master of the Han family was born on a Yang day, Yang month and Yang year, and could resist the dark energy, he was still too young after all and his body was too weak. He couldn't hold on for too long.
So, if someone in the entire Han family was going to die, there was a 90% chance that the first person would be this Young Master.
"No! No, no, my son isn't even four months old. He can't die. He can't die!"
Since this concerned her son, Yao Shuyi didn't dare to doubt what Lu Zijia said at all. As she spoke, she directly held her son in her arms and knelt down to Lu Zijia.
She pleaded, "Master, please. Please save my son!
"He's still so young. Master, please save my son. I'll do anything as long as you can save him.
"I can even give you my life. Please, please, Master."
