The intermittent coughing could be heard from within the carriage, as if someone was trying to suppress it deliberately. Duan Huaijin's brows furrowed even tighter.
"It's nothing, Prince, just a slight cough. You need not worry on my behalf," Ye Qiu's voice, weak beyond the carriage's curtain, said.
Listening to her strained tone, Duan Huaijin grew somewhat impatient. Then he recalled the words of a subordinate from before: it was said that his fake Princess Consort had been frail since birth, never ceasing to take medicine over the years, and she was even predicted not to live to her coming of age ceremony. Although she had already disproved that prediction, it was still unknown how many days she had left in the future. Maybe she would suddenly pass away one day.
