The next day
Early in the morning, Pei Muyang came to attend to the Emperor.
When he saw He Ying's complexion, he was startled, "Emperor, you look very unwell; this servant will immediately call for Imperial Doctor Liang to come and check your pulse."
He Ying's face was pale, his complexion haggard, hardly looking any better than Sang Yan, who was still unconscious in bed.
"No need."
He waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to make a fuss: "I'm just a bit tired."
In fact, the wound on his chest had begun to ache again.
But what of it?
His Ah Yan was still unconscious.
In his eyes, her health was far more important than his own.
She was his treasure.
Having finally regained her after losing her, how could he sit idly by and watch her suffer from illness?
He reached out to check her temperature; although she was still a bit feverish, it was much improved compared to yesterday.
Sang Yan indeed remained unconscious.
But she could hear the noises outside.
