Jiang Yanchuan had sharp eyes. Before he even drew close, he had already made out almost everything happening beside the bed.
Jiang Zhuolan's lips were propped open by some unknown object inside his mouth, leaving a conspicuous gap almost two fingers wide.
The princes looked embarrassed and were desperately signaling him with their eyes, seemingly hoping he would stall a little longer.
A fine sheen of sweat covered Jiang Yingcheng's forehead and the tip of her nose. Her eyes were fixed anxiously on Jiang Zhuolan's face, without sparing Jiang Yanchuan the slightest attention-
More precisely, she was staring at the unknown object in Jiang Zhuolan's mouth.
All the while, she kept chanting inwardly.
Hurry up and melt, hurry up and melt! Waaaah, please, I'm begging you, just melt already! Jiang Yingcheng was so frantic that she nearly reached out to shove the Medicine Ball straight down his throat. This faithful believer is willing to go ten days... mm, ten days is too long... three days without... no, three days won't work either... this faithful believer is willing to go one whole day without little pastries in exchange for the Medicine Ball melting right now!!
Jiang Tinghuai and the others: "..."
Jiang Yanchuan: "..."
His steps stalled right there, leaving him unable to advance or retreat.
He had to buy the little one some time.
Just then, Consort Xuan, who was almost beside herself, lunged toward him.
"Your Majesty!" The despairing mother could no longer spare a thought for imperial etiquette. She fell to her knees and clutched the hem of Jiang Yanchuan's robe. "Please save Zhuolan! Save Zhuolan, Your Majesty!!"
"Zhuolan is still so young... he, he mustn't come to harm, Your Majesty!"
Jiang Yanchuan instinctively glanced up at the little dumpling, whose face was still full of anxiety, but