Imperial Favour

In the queen's tent, the air was still filled with the scent of wild flowers that Tang Zhuozhao had only asked people to gather in the morning, and the plain scent was mixed with a very light smell of blood.

The man who knelt down on the ground under the black pressure, the imperial physician took the pulse tremblingly, and did not dare to care a little bit. In the early winter, his back was wet.

Huo Qiu’s chest was wet. It was the blood spilling from the corners of her mouth. Some wind blew outside. He only felt that the more he blew, the more painful he felt, but he looked at her as if she was lying on the bed. The violence surging in his chest stirred his heartache and almost made him lose his mind.