Gu Changsheng, leaning against the soft pillow, watched the palanquin that had been brought to her bedside, and could not help but frown.
"Ling Xi, why are you still standing there? Help me get the Southern Emperor onto the soft sedan!"
At this moment, Shi Wei glanced at the speechless Ling Xi beside her and urged in a deep voice.
"But Sister Shi Wei, Sister Shi Wei, the Southern Emperor is still very weak and needs proper care. How can you…" Little Palace Maid Ling Xi hesitated upon hearing these words, her face conflicted as she spoke.
"Yes, the Southern Emperor is indeed weak, but she will recover one day. What about our City Lord though?" Shi Wei turned her gaze upon Ling Xi with a mournful expression upon hearing this.
These words successfully interrupted the protest that Ling Xi had yet to utter, and as she thought of her Hall Master, Ling Xi hesitated.
