"Your Majesty, what about Miss Liu?" At this moment, someone suggested.
The Emperor's expression eased slightly then.
"How could I have forgotten about Shuxin? With her exceptional medical skills, she surely has a way. Summon her," he ordered sternly, turning his head.
But at this moment, Yan Jin suddenly spoke up, "Father, I too thought of Miss Liu. Today, someone was sent to the Liu Residence to invite her, but they said she has fallen ill, bedridden without the strength to even lift chopsticks, let alone treat the Princess."
Upon hearing Yan Jin's words, Chu Baihan and Nan Xing's expressions remained very calm.
After all, the sword that had wounded Liu Shuxin in the lake had been smeared with something.
"What? What a coincidence?"
On hearing this, the Emperor's face turned dark instantly.
He had held Shuxin in great regard, but now that she had fallen ill at such a critical moment, he was incensed.
