She was a girl who loved to laugh, her journey was filled with cheerful banter, unconsciously putting people at ease.
Mo Qi watched her enter the Prime Minister's Estate, his heart clouded with doubt as if suddenly chiseled open.
When he returned to the palace, Su Yingxue had already risen from her noon nap and had summoned him to her bedroom specifically to read his pulse.
When diagnosing illness, Su Yingxue's expression was serious; her entire demeanor was extremely meticulous, conveying a sense of steadiness and reassurance.
Mo Qi harbored many doubts, "Your Highness, have I contracted some incurable disease?"
She was so serious, he even considered preparing for his own demise.
"Who said that?" Su Yingxue's eyes widened, "What are you thinking at such a young age! I'm just checking to see if there are any side effects from the medicine you took, after all, this medicine is harmful to the body."
