After saying this, Emperor Yongning's legs went weak, and his heart began to pound wildly within his chest, so loud that he could almost hear the thumping. The weakness in his calves nearly made him collapse to the ground. Sensing his inability to hold on, he quickly reached out to steady himself with the desk in front of him and sat down. Only then did he avoid an unseemly fall.
At this moment, Emperor Yongning's mind was filled with images of the little girl often holding up her skirt, running to the Imperial Study Room, shouting "Father Emperor" from afar before she even entered, her lively and adorable demeanor.
At this moment, how he wished the little girl could run to the Imperial Study Room like she used to, holding her skirt to find him!
But clearly, that was impossible.
The little girl must be lying in bed, sick now!
And everyone fears the plague.
