When Yang Qui (3rd Prince) exited the throne room, he made his way to the palace's private hospital. It was in a separate building, close to the castle—in case the Emperor might need immediate help. The hospital was bustling, mainly because all the soldiers that he took with him were all here. They were tending to the wounded, probably amputating some limbs, and operating on people.
He made his way to the back, where he knew she would be. He pushed open the door and a smile appeared on his lips. She had a mountain of folders in front of her desk and had a serious look on her face. Yang Qui leaned against the doorway. "I got men dying outside and you are here doing what?"
