"Your Majesty!" The head maid stamped her feet anxiously.
The Imperial Concubine gazed at her emaciated child lying on the bed, a sorrowful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Could it get any worse?" she murmured, stroking her son's cold hand. "The people brought by Immortal Wei... should at least have some real skill..."
The head maid opened her mouth, but ultimately remained silent. Yes, in his current state, what difference was there between the Third Prince and a dead man?
Before long, the door opened slightly, and Immortal Wei Ji entered slowly with a woman in plain clothes. Moonlight streamed in from outside, illuminating the woman. Her features were exquisite, yet she possessed a cool and aloof air, as if she were untouched by worldly affairs.
Consort Qi's nails dug deeply into her palms, yet she felt no pain. She stared intently at the woman's beautiful face—this was clearly the infamous madwoman from the Xia family, but at this moment, her demeanor showed no trace of the absurdity of the rumors.
"Miss..." The Imperial Concubine's voice was hoarse and incoherent, "Can you really save my son?"
Bai Ying's eyes flickered slightly as her gaze fell on the Third Prince's brow.
There lingered a barely visible wisp of black mist, slowly writhing with each breath. She stretched out her slender hand, her fingertips gathering a tiny, firefly-like glow.
"Your Highness!" the head maid suddenly cried out, "His Highness's daughter is of noble birth..."
The maid was still afraid.
The woman who came was simply too young, and she was that absurd Xia Qingdai.
Although the Third Prince is practically dead, there is still a glimmer of hope. What if Xia Qingdai kills the Third Prince?
"Step back!" the Imperial Concubine shouted sharply, the tassels of her phoenix hairpin swaying violently as she turned. She gave Bai Ying a deep curtsy: "Miss Xia, please."
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