A ripple of emotion crossed the little one's watery eyes. "Uncle Emperor has the plague too..."
Xie Ming'an's expression immediately grew grim.
So that was why. When the Emperor had previously fallen ill, the ministers all thought it was just a common sickness.
They never imagined it was also the plague.
Mo Lingwei had written to Shen Ningning, hoping she could provide some Spiritual Spring Water and medicinal herbs.
He knew she had them.
Shen Ningning immediately prepared to write a reply.
But unexpectedly, Xie Ming'an reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"What's wrong?" The little one looked back, her expression anxious.
She was clearly worried about Mo Lingwei and the Emperor's condition.
Xie Ming'an's eyes were dark and intense. He glanced into the room, where the maidservant and Sima Han were both busy with their tasks.
He pulled the little one aside, under the eaves of the corridor.
