He Zhou lowered his eyes and bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Su Yue's aim was to have His Majesty stop Prince Jing and make him put down her younger sister, Su Qiao.
Catch up to them?
What use would it be even if she caught up?
Given Prince Jing's domineering nature, she could not even enter the gates of his palace.
She secretly gritted her teeth, then exhaled and regained her composure.
"No, Your Concubine merely wanted to remind Your Majesty that the daughters of the various ministers have all prepared performances. Should we have them perform, or...?"
Ye Beiyao glanced at her.
Wasn't she in such a hurry?
Why wasn't she going to check on her younger sister anymore?
Su Yue smiled gently. "Although my younger sister is feeling somewhat unwell, today is Your Majesty's birthday. How could Your Concubine neglect Your Majesty because of her?"
*
Tianxin Hall, the Regent's residence in the palace.
Su Qiao, whose hair was soaked through even at her forehead, had been placed on the heated brick bed. Chief Physician Yu of the Imperial Hospital had just finished taking her pulse.
Beside the bed, Prince Jing, surrounded by a chilly aura, stared heavily at him. "How is she?"
"Your Highness, forgive this old minister's limited abilities. I cannot determine what is wrong. I could only tell that this girl's body is somewhat weak, and that her spleen and stomach are slightly deficient. It was likely caused by often going hungry or eating raw, cold, or spoiled food."
"Going hungry?"
Raw, cold, or spoiled food?
Ye Jinghua froze, and then a murderous rage surged within him.
Su Qiao was not in as much pain now.
Her head had already gone numb from the pain.
Her gaze clear, she looked at the white-bearded Imperial