Raised his head.
Met a pair of eyes cold as frost.
Jiang Wanxiang, awake!
Just stood there coldly staring at Jiang Yuan.
Jiang Yuan's body stiffened, Jiang Wanxiang said: "What do you want me to drink?"
Jiang Yuan's body was rigid, gritting his teeth, he spoke slowly:
"I want Father to drink the herbal soup."
In that instant, he felt boundless terror, a feeling that seemed to tightly grasp his heart, but simultaneously, Jiang Yuan seemed ready to risk it all, his face unchanged, he said: "I'm worried about Father's health, the Imperial Physician diagnosed, sent this medicine, and I wish to serve it to Father Emperor."
Facing Jiang Wanxiang's gaze, Jiang Yuan showed no sign of wavering.
Swoosh—
The door opened, accompanied by the autumn's killing cold wind, carrying a scent of blood, Jiang Su's killing voice came: "Minister Su arrived late, is Your Majesty unharmed?!"
Jiang Wanxiang's gaze was icy, fixed on Jiang Yuan.
