Qianyang Palace.
This palace, once the most dazzling in Da Liang Palace, is now almost abandoned.
The Little Emperor, Rong Zhuo, has been bedridden for more than half a year, not only has his complexion turned pale without any blood color, but even his body seems to have lost weight.
When a person does not exercise for a long time, the muscles will atrophy. Rong Zhuo's body is not very strong to begin with, pretending to be bedridden for so long makes him a bit uncoordinated in movement.
The weather is gradually getting cooler. A gust of wind blows into Qianyang Palace, and Rong Zhuo sneezes suddenly. He tightens his clothes, gets up wanting to search for more clothes to add layers but just as he lands, his foot becomes weak, and he falls to the ground.
"Crack!"
Rong Zhuo hears a crisp sound, his leg bone is broken, a heart-wrenching pain!
"Ah——"
He screams in agony, struggling a little, but with a broken leg, how can he stand up?
"Someone...someone come..."
