The Empress Dowager smiled slightly.
"Your chess skills have improved considerably."
"Mother, you're joking. The Prince Consort spends his days at home leisurely, and often draws me into a game. Over time, I've naturally learned a bit."
Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager couldn't help but worry and asked.
"How is the Prince Consort's illness?"
Princess Hui Xian clearly didn't expect the Empress Dowager to ask about this, so a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, followed by a sigh.
"What else can be done? He takes medicine every day but shows no improvement. The Imperial Physician says his lifespan is short."
Princess Hui Xian's Prince Consort is only thirty-five.
It's supposed to be a prime age.
He was once skilled in both literature and martial arts.
Unfortunately, he contracted this severe illness.
Constant coughing and wheezing.
Despite seeking many famous doctors, there's been no improvement. He looks increasingly emaciated.
