Zhao Yuanzhen sighed and sent a secret message to Yan Yu:
"Are you an idiot? Why would you tell her about crossing the tribulation directly? Now you've scared her witless, haven't you?"
"What else could I do?" Yan Yu didn't think there was an issue, "The fact is the fact. Telling her now gives her some time to digest it. We can't just inform her the day before she's supposed to cross the tribulation, can we? If she turns into a deserter by then, we'll be disgraced all the way to the Privy Council."
"Still, you can't just blurt it out like that." Zhao Yuanzhen blamed Yan Yu for everything, "I was in the middle of psychologically preparing her, trying to instill the notion that 'a heavenly tribulation is nothing to be afraid of'. And then you open your mouth and, great, all my previous persuasions were for nothing."
