Shao He turned back to the woman, removed the silver needles from her body, and asked with concern, "How do you feel now?"
The woman seemed to have just recovered from the shock and looked up at Shao He with a smile of gratitude, "Thank you for your help, my name is Li Yun. May I ask how to address you, miss?"
Shao He glanced at her and replied indifferently, "It was a mere coincidence that we met, it's not worth mentioning ― just a hand's turn."
As her words fell, Shao He quickly departed with Qingxia in tow.
Li Yun stood there, staring at the fading back of Shao He, unable to shift her gaze for a long time.
Shao He, with Qingxia and a token in hand, entered the imperial palace without any obstructions.
Inside The Emperor's bedchamber, a series of violent coughs could be heard; Eunuch Li's voice followed.
"Your Majesty, how can you not take medicine like this, please take at least a sip."
"Take it away."
"Your Majesty..."
