As for the rest, we'll talk about everything after she wakes up.
444 agreed with that. Judging by the man's appearance, he really didn't look like someone who would answer every question he was asked.
Jin Canghan stared silently at the person on the bed for quite some time. His brows drew together slightly, and for the first time, emotions resembling conflict appeared in his dark eyes.
He... didn't know what to do now.
It was precisely because he didn't know what to do that he had quietly left in the middle of the night.
He was somewhat... afraid to face her.
"Sigh!"
Jin Canghan let out a sigh and turned to glance out the window.
The sky was already bright, and he had no choice but to leave.
He reached out and gently tucked the quilt around the person on the bed, murmuring softly, "Don't get sick again. Get better soon."
He had come in a hurry and left just as hurriedly.
A gust of cold wind swept past, and his figure had vanished from the room.
Su Qiao lifted her eyelids slightly and glanced toward the window before closing her eyes and going back to sleep.
*
The Black Obsidian Nation's morning court generally began during the chen hour and ended during the si hour.
At around half past nine, a figure dressed in a black-and-gold Dragon Robe strode into Jingren Palace.
By then, Su Qiao had almost finished her extra sleep, but she didn't get up. She continued lying on the bed with a pale, weak expression, resting with her eyes closed.
It appeared that she was doing nothing, but in fact, she was secretly cultivating Internal Energy.
Host, the emperor is here. The real Jin Moli is here. They really aren't the same person; they just