Consort Zhao was busy explaining her actions, unaware that what Emperor Yongning cared about at that moment was not those things at all. None of her evasive explanations entered Emperor Yongning's ears.
Emperor Yongning pressed his hand on the bleeding wound on Jun Ning's neck, and questioned again word by word, "I said, who did this?"
"..." Consort Zhao remained silent.
She did not dare to say it was her doing, nor did she dare to look up at Emperor Yongning's face filled with fury. She lowered her head, staring at the ground, her forehead covered in sweat.
Emperor Yongning gave her a deep look, everything clear in his mind.
"Consort Zhao, you better pray that my precious child is fine, otherwise, you know well the consequences."
After saying this, Emperor Yongning hurriedly carried Jun Ning towards the Imperial Hospital.
