Qin Liuxi personally escorted Lin Xiang to the secluded private room not open to outsiders at Fengxiu's place, after all, they were planning a rebellion… oh, planning the cultivation of the next Saint, an important matter that mustn't be overheard.
However, Lin Xiang's face didn't look too well, slightly pale with two fever blisters at the corners of his lips. Fortunately, he had been in a high position for a long time, displaying authority without losing elegance and still exuding dignity, which didn't affect his appearance.
Qin Liuxi asked someone to bring medicine powder over, saying: "Aren't the Imperial Physicians from the Imperial Hospital pretty idle that they actually let you get fever blisters?"
