The man picked her up from the bed.

To hold someone in one's arms.

Her arms were like steel, binding her so tightly that she couldn't move.

Xiao Tang also noticed that she was gradually regaining some strength.

It's not as heavy as it was just now.

She raised her hand, looked at the back of her hand, and the withered hand instantly disappeared, returning to her original smooth and tender hand, just like a young girl's.

The effects of the medication have worn off.

Is it considered a successful completion?

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Imperial Aunt, Imperial Aunt, Ninth Imperial Aunt, Waaaaah!"

Before Xiao Tang could say two words to Di Jingling, the little emperor's wailing cries came from outside the door.

He rushed into the house, crying his eyes out, tears seemingly floating in the air as he ran.

He rushed over excitedly.

With tears in his eyes, he still saw something strange.

He stopped abruptly.

He saw his aunt being held in his uncle's arms, and his uncle's eyes were red...

The Empress's eyes were also a little red, but she didn't look like a dying person at all, because her face was rosy and her fair skin seemed to be glowing.

With a beautiful woman in his arms, and seemingly in perfect health, why does the Imperial Uncle look like he's about to cry?

As if sensing something, Di Jingling suddenly turned her head to look at him.

His eyes held a dangerous glint, like the gaze of death itself.

Di Yanqing was so frightened that he jumped up and down on the spot.

Faced with the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, he seemed to have become a troublemaker...

"I... did I come at the wrong time?" he asked weakly.

Even though I know I'll get beaten up if I ask that question.

Di Jingling asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you think?"

That look in his eyes was as if he wanted to hang the young emperor up and whip him ten or twenty times!