Xie Wanqing frowned, "Just tell me what illness Your Majesty is suffering from. You said it can only be managed, but it's difficult to cure."
Imperial Doctor Jiang glanced cautiously at the Emperor, still hesitant and unable to answer.
Xie Wanqing was about to explode, but her wrist was held.
"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you," Lu Ziyuan stretched his arm and pulled Xie Wanqing into his embrace, and said, "You all may leave."
"Yes!"
Imperial Doctor Jiang and several eunuchs, who had already approached, felt as if granted amnesty and hurriedly retreated.
Before leaving, they considerately closed the hall doors for them.
Xie Wanqing looked at the medicine bowl on the table, and the images of him spitting blood repeatedly appeared in her mind, making her heart shudder with fear.
"How much longer can you live?" Her voice trembled, "Brother Ziyan, don't lie to me, don't lie to me at all."
