Not an Accident

Empress Chu stared closely as she watched Feng Linche's face slowly regain its color. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.

The imperial physician was relieved as he received the needle, exhorting Feng Linche, "Your Majesty, you must take care of your dragon body if you think about it too much."

"That's right, your majesty. Now that something has happened to Xuan, he still needs you to take charge of the situation …" Empress Chu said earnestly.

Feng Linche closed his eyes.

In the span of a single night, he seemed to have aged a lot. His eyes were bloodshot, giving him an indescribable sense of desolation.

"Understood, all of you can leave now."

He waved his hand, not wanting to say a word.

The imperial physician sighed and stood up. He looked at Feng Linche, who looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped and eventually shook his head.