Thinking about how she had been bedridden for so many years and how he had never despised her, her heart was filled with warmth.
After Chu Mingyuan finished feeding Consort Xiang the medicine, he wanted to return to the study. However, before he could step out of the palace gate, he heard someone screaming behind him, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, what happened?"
Chu Mingyuan quickly turned around and reentered the veil of Consort Xiang, only to witness her coughing up blood.
Consort Xiang grasped the emperor's hand, her eyes containing a trace of reluctance. "Your Highness..."
"Xiang'er... Xiang'er!"
Su Yingxue was gathering herbs in the Medicine King Valley, preparing medicine for Consort Xiang and Zi Wei. Little Ginseng had been nagging in her ear, "You are so good at saving others, why don't you save the person you like? Even though they carry the scent of old wounds, you haven't given them any medicine."
