Qi Yu lay by the bed, straining to hold back the tears she had managed to squeeze out.
Internally, she muttered about how exhausting it was to perform in this act.
Li Mingjue squinted at her as she yawned, his lips twitching slightly.
Your husband lies ill in bed, and you dare to be any more heartless!
Qi Yu glared back at him.
How was she heartless? Had he not seen her crying genuinely in front of the Imperial Physician just now?
Unbeknownst to them, Li Bo, standing nearby, hadn't noticed the silent exchange of accusatory glances between them.
His attention had been entirely on Lou Qingming's words, relieved to know his Prince was not in serious trouble.
Early this morning, Qi Yu had come running, saying that Li Mingjue was nearly done for.
He had hurriedly followed her and saw Li Mingjue, pale-faced, lying in bed, truly appearing very ill.
He was scared half to death, swiftly sending someone to summon the Imperial Physician from the palace.
