Seeing Tang Yan act this way, Elder Ling thought more highly of him.
Although Tang Yan had refined the pill, none of them knew exactly who he was. If he went inside and harmed the emperor, the consequences would be unthinkable.
If Tang Yan harbored no ulterior motives, the emperor would certainly reward him after waking. By not going inside now, he might well miss the opportunity for a lavish reward.
This gesture left Elder Ling with an excellent impression of Tang Yan as someone who knew when to advance and retreat and cared little for fame or fortune.
"Li'er, attend to Young Master Tang." Qing Xuan called over a palace maid, then followed Elder Ling into the bedchamber.
Li'er walked over and glanced at Tang Yan. Dressed entirely in black, he looked neat and sharp. His sharply defined profile was handsome, but under the influence of the Heart of Taiji, it was not dazzling, giving women a strong sense of reassurance.
And precisely because of this unobtrusive air, one glance at him gave people the urge to take a second look.
The longer Li'er looked, the more handsome she found Tang Yan, until she actually became lost in a daze.
Tang Yan noticed Li'er's gaze and asked with a smile, "You're Li'er?"
"Ah? Yes, I'm Li'er..." Jolted back to her senses, Li'er could not help blushing. "Would you like to take a walk, Young Master Tang?" she asked shyly.
"No need. Sit down and talk with me for a while." Tang Yan smiled gently.
"I'll just stand," Li'er said softly.
Tang Yan did not insist. If a palace maid was discovered sitting down and neglecting etiquette, she would certainly incur the Imperial Family's displeasure.
Inside the side hall.
On a cushioned couch.
The emperor, whose face had been withered