In the Zheshui Palace, the atmosphere was condensed.

The doctor took Lin Wuyue's pulse and prescribed a prescription to prevent wind and cold and nourish her body and left.

Lin Wuyue's face was white, her body wrapped in a brocade quilt was still shivering slightly, she braced herself and sank down, sending all the palace people kneeling outside out, leaving only Ahya and Zhou Yuan Yuan behind.

Ahya held Lin Wuyue's hand and, seeing her desire to speak, drew out the words ...