Not willing to wait even a moment!
Han Zhao, face full of apology, bowed his hunched back: "Your Highness, please follow this old servant first, you've been in trouble for so many days, Your Majesty is so anxious, waiting to see you!"
The inevitable eventually arrives, nowhere to hide.
Su Luo nodded to Wei Shu and said with a smile: "Your Highness, go ahead, I will wait for you at the residence!"
Wei Shu raised his hand, touched her slightly cold cheeks, then turned and left the Wang Residence together with Han Zhao.
He hadn't even had time to change his clothes or have a sip of hot tea.
As soon as he got into the carriage and left the residence, Wei Shu began to cough violently.
Through the carriage curtain, Han Zhao listened with horror, and after the coughing subsided, he asked cautiously: "Your Highness, are you alright? Isn't your cough better? Why does this servant hear..."
A weak male voice came from inside the carriage: "It's nothing, I won't die!"
