After having an entire bag of blood drawn from her, Jun Xiqing's face was as pale as a piece of paper, completely devoid of color.
She opened her eyes coldly and uttered two simple words. "Get lost!"
Fan Men was stunned.
"Tell His Majesty that my brother is having surgery now and if he dares to come pestering me like a housefly, it will be a bloody battle between the two of us!"
With that, Jun Xiqing propped one hand against the wall and slowly made her way back to the long bench.
She then returned to her earlier position, hugging her knees to her chest and burying her face within. Curling up into a little ball, she looked tranquil and calm, but at the same time weak and fragile.
Fan Men stood there watching her for a moment before sighing and heading back.
…
The Palace.
