"Your Highness, something has happened."
Chen Fei entered shouting, and was immediately greeted by an inkstone flying towards him, accompanied by splattering ink.
Chen Fei dodged in alarm, and although he avoided the inkstone, ink still splashed all over him.
Chen Fei: "..."
Lian Qiong put down his brush and looked at Chen Fei with a smile that wasn't quite a smile: "If you don't tell me something significant today, you'll see how I'll deal with you."
There was a skewed stroke on the rice paper in front of Lian Qiong.
Clearly, it was caused by the tremor in his hand when Chen Fei came in.
"Your Highness, His Majesty has had an incident."
Lian Qiong raised an eyebrow, his tone devoid of any of a son's concern for his father: "What could have happened to him?"
Chen Fei said, "News has come from the palace that he suddenly fell into a coma, the specifics are still unknown..."
Ever since the incident with the Empress, the Emperor of Jin's health had been deteriorating.
