"I won't mess around, don't worry." Su Yi Jing held her a little tighter, comforting her.
The two of them were unclothed, their bare skin pressed closely together, and even though Feng Feiyan was sore all over, her face turned even redder.
"By the way," Su Yi Jing continued, "I've already asked my second brother to come to the capital. He should arrive in about ten days. He's a skilled doctor, and perhaps he can treat your father, the Emperor."
Her father, the Emperor, had seen countless renowned doctors who couldn't figure out a solution. Feng Feiyan wasn't very confident that Su Yixing could cure her father, but she was still quite happy that Su Yi Jing had shown this concern: "Hmm."
Soon after, she lowered her gaze: "Yi Jing, will you listen to me and return to Xiyun? Being this noble consort here is really unfair to you. I don't want you to be like this."
