After he heard the imperial doctor say this, Yue Mingxuan finally let go of his collar.
He then sat down at the side, feeling defeated.
He didn't yet have the power to investigate the secrets of the Beirong royal family.
Did this mean he could only watch Sui He's face get destroyed right in front of him?
"It hurts..." Sui He murmured unconsciously in her sleep.
Yue Mingxuan rushed to the bedside and grabbed her hand.
Tears began to poured down his face.
He knew very well that standing out too much would attract danger, but he never thought it would come so quickly.
The poison was clearly meant for him.
Sui He had only taken it in his place.
The rotting skin on Sui He's face was spreading at a speed visible to the eye, yet Yue Mingxuan had no way to stop it.
Even though he had great skills in modern art and knowledge from the world he came from, without modern medical tools he felt painfully limited.
