The Emperor hurriedly went over to check on An Le's situation and personally tested his daughter's forehead temperature with his palm. He felt that it was warm to the touch, and indeed, the heat had decreased a lot.
The palace maid in charge took a handkerchief dipped in clear water and wiped An Le's face, neck, and hands.
An Le was only 10 years old and was just a child. Her wrists were thin and fragile.
She closed her eyes from beginning to end, her pale little mouth pursed and motionless, but her breathing had clearly stabilized and she had stopped murmuring.
Great! The Emperor heaved a sigh of relief, and his frown finally relaxed. He told himself that his daughter would definitely be able to survive this calamity, just like so many times in the past.
The Emperor turned to look at Shangqing Spiritual Master and asked anxiously, "Shangqing, when will the Eldest Princess wake up?"
