Xia Ming's Method

Xia Ming saw not a trace of vitality in Empress Tracy's eyes. Instead, they revealed a sickly pallor. Though Empress Tracy still seemed fairly alert, her physical condition was like that of an old person with one foot in the grave, at the very end of life.

If nothing unexpected happens, Empress Tracy probably won't live past a month... Xia Ming thought to himself.

Xia Ming understood Empress Tracy's physical condition clearly; he could see it almost at a glance.

Empress Tracy's illness was exceedingly troublesome.

"Silly child, why are you crying?" Empress Tracy affectionately patted Angel's head, revealing a loving smile.

It was clear that Empress Tracy truly treated Angel very well. Then again, what mother in this world did not love her own child? Empress Tracy was no exception.

Suddenly, an unhealthy flush spread across Empress Tracy's face. She coughed violently several times, her arm trembling slightly as a thread of blood spilled from her lips—a horrifying sight.

"Mother!" Angel looked anxiously at Empress Tracy, her eyes filled with deep concern.

"It's nothing. Alan, the palace's master apothecary, has already examined me. Don't worry, I'm fine for now." Empress Tracy spoke lightly, but the words "fine for now" revealed far too much. Angel was no fool; how could she fail to understand the meaning beneath them?

"It's all right, Mother. Let me introduce someone to you!" Only then did Angel remember Xia Ming. She hurriedly rose and said, "Mother, this is my teacher Anthony's eldest disciple—my senior brother, Xia Ming."

Xia Ming smiled at just the right moment. "Greetings, Your Majesty Empress Tracy."

"So you are City Lord Xia Ming." Empress Tracy had noticed Xia Ming from the very beginning. Now that Angel had introduced him, she offered him a gentle smile.

Naturally, she knew of Xia Ming