He can't find the answer!
No matter how they investigated, they could not find the slightest reason for the coma.
Cold sweat poured down my back, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if I were in an ice cellar.
The other imperial heirs in the hall noticed his unusual behavior.
The third princess's brows furrowed, while the fourth princess's hand clenched tightly in her sleeve, her knuckles turning white.
Everyone's expressions were solemn, and the three children's faces were all tense.
"Director Liao," the Third Princess finally couldn't help but speak.
Liao Qingyuan's body trembled violently, like a frightened bird.
"But... what problem did you notice?" Qin Zhaowan pressed, her voice not loud, but heavy as a thousand pounds.
Liao Qingyuan shakily withdrew his hand, as if he had used up all his strength.
He fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead slamming heavily onto the cold, smooth gold brick.
"This old minister is incompetent, please forgive me, Your Highness!"
"The Sixth Princess's pulse... this old minister cannot find anything wrong, nor does he know why she is unconscious."
Upon hearing this, the bedchamber fell into an eerie silence.
The air seemed to solidify into a heavy lead weight, pressing down on everyone's hearts, making even breathing difficult.
The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows on everyone's faces, reflecting an unbelievable sense of panic.
Xiao Jiu was completely stunned. She walked blankly to the bedside and carefully touched Qin Zhaoyue's warm cheek with her small hand.
Sixth Sister is clearly just like she's asleep, so why can't we wake her up?
He was just being annoying a moment ago, saying those strange things...
Tears fell silently like beads from a broken string.
"Impossible... How could this happen..." she murmured, her voice barely audible, yet filled with helplessness.
The fourth princess clenched her fists even tighter in her sleeves, her nails almost digging into her palms.
The fifth prince opened his mouth, but no sound came out; his face was full of confusion.
Princess Qin Zhaowan's brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes sharp as knives, staring intently at Liao Yuanzheng kneeling on the ground. The air pressure in the hall dropped to freezing point.
On the other side, Qin Zhaoyue was tucking her little hands in her pockets, cautiously looking around.
This is... a cave?
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