It Is Too Late, I Can't Do Anything

The Emperor had been unconscious for days. All the imperial physicians were stationed around him.

Xie Yan took pity on the Emperor, who was tormented by poison and had aged rapidly in a short amount of time.

Unfortunately, the poison used by the Great Prince was deadly. It corroded the Emperor's internal organs. All the imperial physicians came to the same conclusion after their diagnosis. Even with an antidote, the Emperor would not be able to recover.

Xie Yan knew that the Great Prince would revolt, but he did not expect the Great Prince to collude with a servant whom the Emperor trusted to poison the latter.

If the Emperor did not send Zhao Chuchu and Xie Heng to the war, she might be able to save him.

Unfortunately, the Emperor made the wrong choice.

Now, even if Zhao Chuchu rushed back to Imperial City, she would most likely be of no help.

"Third Brother, will Father wake up again?" asked Xie Jun with red eyes. "Can Sis save him?"