"Phew—Phew—"
The Emperor was breathing heavily. His hair, which had been neatly combed, was a little messy. A few strands of gray hair floated down his cheek. His robe was disheveled, and he was in a sorry state.
"I'm fine," the Emperor quickly comforted, holding his son's hand. His voice was a little weak, and the feeling of solid ground under his feet made him heave a sigh of relief.
This change was extremely dangerous and happened as quickly as lightning.
From the break in the guardrail of the pleasure boat, the Emperor falling into the water, and now the Emperor being rescued onto the pleasure boat, the entire process took three or four breaths. It was over before many people nearby even realized what was going on.
Apart from Chu Yi and Gu Yanfei, no one else noticed that the Emperor had once floated on the water in that strange posture.
