"Why would I deny it? His Majesty also plans to meet with the Silver-faced Gentleman at the Moon Worship Festival, doesn't he?"
Ji Ruyan continued her actions lightly, wringing out more water from the ends of her hair.
Crown Prince Fu Yuesheng looked at her with a headache, "Ruyan! Do you really understand what His Majesty means?"
"I do, he wants me to save Consort Jing."
"Many nations' physicians are at a loss with Consort Jing's illness. If even the Silver-faced Gentleman can't cure her, I'm afraid His Majesty will take his anger out on you—there's a greater chance he will decree your execution for the crime of deceiving the emperor."
Ji Ruyan nodded, "The crime of deceiving the emperor indeed could cost me my head, but His Majesty is also aware that I am just a person, not a god. It's not to say that every illness can be cured after someone falls sick."
