"Your Highness, are you all right?"
Mo Qi stood by the bedside, his forehead drenched with worried sweat.
He cursed himself for not knowing medicine, unable to save his master, allowing Su Yingxue to desecrate him!
His gaze upon Su Yingxue was like a blade, wishing he could flay her skin and shave her bones.
Su Yingxue touched her nose sheepishly, "Well... your life is spared for now; don't be angered, just focus on recovering."
"How can my master heal while confined in the Secluded Palace, all because of you?" Mo Qi rolled his eyes and glared at Su Yingxue.
Su Yingxue touched her nose even more sheepishly, "I…I will report to the emperor."
As Su Yingxue slipped out, she felt like there were needles in her back, as if delaying any longer would mean being pierced by the stares of Chu Yihan and his servant.
