The journey back to the palace was long, and Junjue's condition got worse and worse.
In the carriage, she asked him, "Is there any way to cure this?"
Junjue shook his head.
Meng Liang, that stupid… Don't let me know who he is, otherwise I'll beat him up.
Meng Liang was silent. She had heard this answer from Meng Liang.
But hearing it again from Junjue, she didn't know if she didn't want to accept it or just be annoyed.
She put down the fruit in her hand and sat next to him, holding him in her arms.
"Don't worry, I'll think of a way."
"What way can you think of, Your Majesty." Junjue covered his mouth and coughed. Something wet appeared in his palm, and he was about to cover it up, but his hand was caught, and Ming Shu began to wipe his palm lightly with a white handkerchief.
