Yun Zhi paced back and forth in the Yangxin Hall with anxious red eyes.
Mingshu only talked to her about the general plan and didn't mention how perilous the process would be, otherwise, she would never have agreed to risk her own life like that!
So when she saw Mingshu being carried out of the fire scene by His Majesty, covered in blood, Yun Zhi nearly fainted on the spot!
Zhang Dequan, massaging his temples, spoke with a helpless tone, "Madam, could you please stay still for a moment? You're making my eyes hurt with all the shaking! The Noble Consort has her own blessed fate. Haven't the Imperial Physicians just said so?"
Yun Zhi pursed her lips, turned her head back to glare at him, and said sarcastically, "Of course the eunuch isn't worried, after all, one cares the most for their own master!"
Zhang Dequan's eyes widened in shock, "… How can you speak like that, you little brat?!"
He wasn't worried?
