She reached out her little hand and tenderly touched her uncle's face.
His feverish touch prompted her to abruptly retract her hand.
What was wrong with her uncle?
Jing Yiren quickly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her uncle's forehead.
But before her hand could reach his brow,
Her uncle abruptly opened his eyes, staring at her as if he had seen a ghost.
He growled at her fiercely, "Leave, now!"
"..." Jing Yiren shrank back in fright, withdrawing a step.
Her uncle had scolded her before, but he had never aggressively barked at her unreasonably, telling her to leave.
As if she was a person he despised.
Jing Yiren stood distraught, biting her bottom lip, and remained motionless.
"Get out! Didn't you hear me? Leave!"
The emperor laboriously rose from the bed, his blanket slipping off him.
He was shirtless, and sweat drenched his body, running down from his tight neck to his chest.
His long hair was haphazardly scattered.
