Ling Zhiyan, lying on the bed, was indeed pale and bloodless, had a sick face and sweaty face on her forehead. No matter how she looked, she was very sick.
It was the first time that Xinlu saw Ling Zhiyan like this. She was panicked and asked quickly, “Empress, how are you?”
Ling Zhiyan said, “It’s okay, I’m sick, please help me sit up first.”
Xinlu was a little confused, and she helped Ling Zhiyan sit up first, but Ling Zhiyan held her arm. She could feel Ling Zhiyan’s strength, and then she felt much more at ease. She knew that Ling Zhiyan must have moved some hands and feet in the middle to become like this.
After Ling Zhiyan sat down, she said to Concubine Shu, “Concubine Shu, let’s sit first.” Then she asked Xinlu to move the stool.
After Shufei thanked her, she sat down. Looking at Ling Zhiyan like this, Shufei also guessed that the rumors outside might not be fake. Ling Zhiyan was indeed terminally ill.
“How could the Empress’s body… be like this? Didn’t Empress know some medical skills?” said Shufei.
Ling Zhiyan said, “I’m sick. I just maintained it before. I’ve been in another palace for so long, but I still haven’t recovered. It’s a waste of my understanding of medicine. But I have no choice but to have this disease. It’s a terminal illness.”
As soon as Ling Zhiyan finished speaking, a hint of joy appeared on Concubine Shu’s face, but although it was only a moment, Ling Zhiyan also saw it.
Concubine Shu quickly changed