In the silent corridor of the Royal Physician stood a tall figure who was now holding a small delicate figure in his arms. He had come here empty-handed but his hands were both full.
Emperor Yang Long had to take some time to let off the irritation in his heart and only stared at the ceiling for some time. It was only after his breathing was calmer did he slowly look down at the figure who was passed into his hands.
Feng Hui Lan slept with her eyes closed while her forehead was now filling with sweat.
...Despite the cold weather, she was still sweating?
The Emperor slightly furrowed his brows.
...Did she gain a fever?
As the Emperor inspected the figure in his arms with the signs he saw, two small cubs were sitting silently in the middle of the corridor as they looked at the Emperor and Hui Lan. From the moment, the other scholar boy had stopped to the moment he had passed Hui Lan over to this aloof person, they had both been tagging along closely.
