In the bedchamber, Li Qingmu lay quietly on the Dragon Bed.
Earlier, he had been too emotional and was knocked unconscious by Rong Si, and he had yet to wake up.
The medicine was already brewed by the Imperial Physician, and Zhi Jin went to fetch it. As she looked at the handsome man on the bed, a hint of spring emerged in her eyes.
"Your Majesty, I'm here to feed you the medicine."
She said as she scooped a spoonful of the medicinal soup, bringing it to Li Qingmu's lips, yet he showed no reaction.
She glanced at the surrounding palace maids and said blandly, "You all may leave!"
The palace maids hesitated for a moment but yielded to her face and withdrew.
Once the palace maids left, Zhi Jin moved boldly. She revealed a charming smile, leaned closer, and observed the man who was still unconscious.
Handsome but not gaudy, possessing a sharpness that wasn't severe, his intelligence was near demonic yet he disliked manipulating others...
