"His Majesty has been sleeping in my room these days. It's all my fault for being too greedy. Just now, His Majesty suddenly became motionless and couldn't speak. He was paralyzed. It's all my fault, all my fault!" The seed concubine's face was full of tears as she cried in a low voice.
Shen lang kept praying that it was not a cerebral hemorrhage.
If there was a cerebral hemorrhage, they would need to perform an open-head surgery.
In this world, opening a head was basically a sure death.
It had better not be poison, and it had better not be the poison of stupa mountain.
In that case, the conflict between the higher-ups of Yue country would instantly turn white hot, and even a civil war would break out.
Right now, Shen lang and Prince Ning Zheng were still too weak. Once a civil war broke out, they would not even be qualified to participate in this power game. The only thing they could do was to escape.
