She didn't even eat a few bites of food before hurried to Zhangtai Palace.
As soon as you enter the hall, you are hit by a solemn atmosphere.
Chu Yuening became increasingly uneasy. She scanned the hall but didn't see any familiar figures.
Her brows furrowed even more as she asked a palace maid in a stern voice.
"And His Majesty?"
Faced with the queen's powerful authority, the palace maids hurriedly knelt down and saluted, and replied in a trembling voice.
"Your Majesty, His Majesty is ill, and the Imperial Physician is treating him."
"Are you feeling unwell?"
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, leaving Chu Yuening's mind blank for a moment, and her heart felt like it was being burned by a raging fire, burning with anxiety.
She didn't bother to ask more questions and hurried to the inner room.
In panic, he staggered a bit, but fortunately the palace maid beside him supported him in time.
At this time, Ying Zheng was half leaning on the bed, his phoenix eyes half closed, his face pale, his forehead slightly flushed, and his thin lips slightly pale.
Obviously in poor physical condition.
The imperial physician was sitting nearby, diagnosing the patient.
"Squeak~"
As a door opened, hurried and messy footsteps came from afar.
Ying Zheng's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw a tearful little face.
He coughed twice, a look of joy flashing across his brows, but a hint of pity lingered in his low, hoarse voice.
"Ahem, Yue Ning, why are you here?"
Chu Yuening walked quickly forward, sat down beside the bed, held the man's warm big hand tightly, and her eyes fell straight on the pale face.
Her eyes were full of heartache, crystal tears sparkled in her beautiful eyes, and her voice was slightly choked.
"A Zheng, why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
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