In the rear garden, there was a stone forest arranged, and beside the stone forest sat a young man in fine clothes, tall and slender, with a somewhat scholarly and delicate face, exceptionally 'handsome', always wearing a smile that felt friendly and
gentle.
On the other side sat an elderly man in white clothes, adorned with golden thread embroideries on the white robe, his hair a mix of black and white, exuding a celestial aura. "Second Prince, the poison in your body has already occupied eight meridians, and if it cannot be removed soon, it might damage the internal organs, ultimately even the Dantian might not be saved, the worst outcome..." The elderly man clasped the young man's fair wrist, shaking his head as his brows furrowed tighter.
