Power from an Unknown Source (1)

It was almost autumn, but Liu Ruse was well wrapped up and her robe was tightly buttoned, showing the outline of her elegant neck.

Ji Fengyan reached out her hand to touch Liu Ruse forehead and observed that she was not running a fever. In fact, she seemed a little cool. If not for the gentle rise and fall of her chest, it would seem that she had already gone.

Qin Muyao, who was standing by the side, closely watched Ji Fengyan's every move. All was quiet within the room and no one dared to disturb the silence.

Ji Fengyan held Liu Ruse's hand, her fingertips on Liu Ruse's pulse. She carefully felt the faint beating of her pulse.

"What is the matter… with Ruse?" The Fourth Princess waited patiently for a long time and finally opened her mouth to ask when she could bear it no longer.

Ji Fengyan put down Liu Ruse's hand and said, "Be patient, Fourth Princess, and let me take a good look."