He could only recall that, prior to losing consciousness, there had been a locust plague in the southern region. He had led his men out of the city to comfort the people and organize efforts to eradicate the pests. After that, his memory was blank.
Master Lin and Physician Mo quickly explained the situation. When the Seventh King heard that he had fallen into a coma due to being poisoned by a curse, his brows furrowed. However, his gaze softened when it fell upon QingWu.
"So, this is QingWu, isn't it? I owe you my life this time. Thank you." While speaking, he instinctively reached for something to offer as a token of gratitude, but his hands were empty. He could only smile wryly. "Your Seventh Uncle owes you a proper gift for our first meeting. I'll make it up to you later."
QingWu smiled faintly. "I won't hold back when the time comes."
