Li Qingling's delicate face turned pale as she hurriedly covered her mouth.
Her father, the Emperor, was the son of a concubine. After ascending the throne, he detested distinctions between legitimate and illegitimate children and treated all his offspring in the palace with relative fairness. If Li Qingling's words reached the Emperor's ears today, he would undoubtedly be furious.
Li Qingling was at a loss.
Meanwhile, Li Qingxun swayed weakly before dramatically collapsing to the ground, "fainting from hunger."
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By the time Li Qingxun slowly woke again, it was already the next day. She discovered that the conditions of her residence, the Qiuliang Palace, had vastly improved.
The crumbling courtyard walls had been repaired, the broken windows were now properly sealed, and she was wrapped in a warm silk quilt. The air carried the strong scent of medicinal herbs.
Yuan'er entered, carefully carrying a bowl of warm medicine, which she presented to Li Qingxun.
