He returned to his room and bolted the door behind him.
Lying in bed, Xiang Yimo felt his legs go numb and uncomfortably so.
"Yimo? What suddenly happened to make you like this?" Zhong Lingling knew a bit of medicine, but she was always helpless when it came to Xiang Yimo's condition.
"It seems someone added something to tonight's food. Luckily, I stopped after just a few bites; otherwise, I would have exposed myself in front of everyone just now!"
"How is that possible? Could it be an allergy to certain foods? No one in the Imperial Palace should want to harm you!"
"My legs are so sore!"
Xiang Yimo frowned.
Zhong Lingling quickly reached out and obediently began to massage Xiang Yimo's legs.
"Is this helping?" she asked while massaging.
In truth, Zhong Lingling's massage did not alleviate the pain, but seeing her worried expression, Xiang Yimo nodded against his better judgment. "Yes, it is!"
