A Single Move to Resolve Emperor Muwu's Predicament

"Yes," Chu Yan answered, quickly entering the inner palace.

By the dragon bed, Nanli was taking Emperor Muwu's pulse.

Chu Yan, feeling guilty for pushing Emperor Muwu to such a state, dared not approach. His eyes, however, were sharp enough to see from a distance the deathly pallor on Emperor Muwu's face. In an instant, his tears welled up, unable to contain the anguish in his heart, and he quietly began to sob.

Prime Minister Lu's eyes gleamed with a dark light before he stepped forward to ask, "The Ninth Princess, His Majesty was perfectly fine earlier. Why has he suddenly fallen ill? Could it be poison?"

Nanli, unsure how to explain, could only reply, "It's the will of Heaven."

Elder Xu, hearing her words, trembled as he asked, "Then according to the Ninth Princess, is His Majesty's illness... truly beyond cure?"

Nanli nodded with great difficulty.

The Chief Imperial Physician spoke up, "Third Prince, please come forward, His Majesty's breath has weakened further."