"I believe you. As long as you can treat my illness, I will give you anything." Imperial Consort Xi finally took off her mask of pride and showed the frailty of a patient.
"I don't want anything, except for you to rest and recuperate. You've just vomited blood, and you need a good rest. We can speak later after you have slept," Ye Jiuge said gently.
"You are leaving?" Imperial Consort Xi's eyes filled with worry.
Great Master Yun's departure had cast a shadow in her heart.
"I am going out to talk to the Dongling Prince about the prescription. It may be challenging to obtain some of the spiritual medicines, and we need to think of a plan. However, you don't need to worry. When you wake up, I will be back as soon as you shout for me." Ye Jiuge knew that Imperial Consort Xi was at her most fragile at the moment, and she needed to comfort her patiently.
