Feng Xiaoli is no Dugu Xiaojin.
She's famously cunning and sharp-tongued.
If it weren't for some incident, why would she have had a clash with Dongfang Cheng?
Feng Bailing hurried to check on Xiao Li; fortunately, the little one was merely exhausted and fell asleep, no serious harm done.
"The Emperor's illness, still no signs of improvement?"
Feng Bailing feigned concern and asked.
"It remains the same, fluctuating between good and bad. The headaches are severe, and he's been having nightmares frequently. This servant has accompanied His Majesty for many years and has never seen him in such a sorry state."
Li Qing also had a face full of worry.
The Minister of the Ministry of Rites and the head of the medical academy's acupuncture and medicine were of no use.
"Princess Consort Wu, actually, this old servant wishes to invite you into the palace to help take a look."
Li Qing had a blind trust in Feng Bailing's medical skills.
