"You even contracted lung disease from the cold, coughed up blood, and fell into a coma..."
The Emperor said, his heart aching, but as he spoke, he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his head, and a terrifying aura was emanating from behind him.
As the Son of Heaven, the Emperor's aura was so powerful that ordinary people could not hope to match it. The fact that it made him shiver indicated just how cold the other person's aura was.
Gu Jiao also felt it; she turned her head and saw Xiao Hen, who had unknowingly arrived in the backyard, staring at her intensely.
He didn't speak, but his eyes clearly said everything.
Being ruthlessly pursued, nearly dying under the Prince Consort's arrow, the epidemic, almost freezing into an ice sculpture, and now with lung disease, coughing up blood, unconscious!
Two flames of rage flickered in the depths of Xiao Hen's eyes, but the aura around him was icy to the extreme.