Liao Min's face goes completely pale, as she watches Han Yu's unmoving form slumped in Xi Zirui's spread arms.
Her horror soon turns to accusation as her gaze drifts to Xi Zirui. "This is all your fault, Xin dog."
The worst part is that Xi Zirui has a hard time disagreeing with her.
He's the one who set all these events in motion by thinking he was the smarter person in the room.
"Physician," he shouts, his voice creaking like splintered bamboo as he tries to call the guards back. "Someone call the Imperial Physician."
The guards make it back to the holding block quickly, their worry diminishing significantly when they realize Xi Zirui isn't the one injured.
"Help this Emperor take him to his quarters, and make sure the Imperial physician is there to treat him," Xi Zirui says, trying to carry Han Yu on his own, before two guards rush to his side to help him.
