"Prince!"
Liujin hurried over, wanting to assist.
Feng Yexuan waved his hand dismissively.
Liujin dared not approach, so he stood aside, watching him: "Prince, who injured you?"
Feng Yexuan did not respond.
Liujin clenched his palms tightly, his mind fixated on one person.
The only one who could hurt the Prince was someone the Prince willingly allowed to hurt him—Madam!
Could it be, Madam has come?
"Prince..."
"Why the strange expression?" Feng Yexuan changed the topic, preventing him from further guessing, "How is Master's health?"
"The Emperor has improved quite a bit over the past two days, seemingly... due to a better mood."
The saying that mood affects illness is undeniably true.
Even he could tell that the Emperor's mood had been exceedingly good these past two days.
Because of his good mood, even the illness had improved a lot, and his condition was now quite stable.
