She hurriedly led the imperial physician to Shangguan Qing's room.
The arrangement in the room had not changed, but as soon as she stepped in, the atmosphere inside was so heavy it was suffocating.
Yujin furrowed her brow slightly, unconsciously tightening the handkerchief in her hand.
She crossed the threshold and walked towards Shangguan Qing's bed: "Princess!"
Princess Xinyang sat on the stool by the bed, facing away from the door, her back as straight as ever.
Yet her silhouette appeared somewhat sorrowful.
Could it be that Young Master really got into trouble?
"Imperial physician!" she urged without turning back.
The imperial physician, carrying the first aid kit, stepped over the threshold.
He approached Princess Xinyang from behind, first bowing to her: "Your subject greets the Princess."
After a while, Princess Xinyang responded faintly, "Take Qingqing's pulse."
