Not Dead?

Mo Liusheng, who was sitting on the dragon throne, couldn't help but massage his temples when he saw his son's unsightly behavior.

Hu Dequan, who was standing on the side, promptly shuffled forward when he saw this. He took out a tiny purple-gold cauldron from his sleeve and presented it to the Emperor with both hands.

Mo Liusheng nodded.

Hu Dequan lifted the lid of the small cauldron and brought it close to the emperor for him to inhale.

Qiao Mu cast an indifferent glance in that direction.

A faint scent wafted into her nose, causing her to involuntarily knit her brows.

With a flick of her finger, a faint medicinal fragrance wafted forth, immediately sweeping away that faint scent.

She didn't like getting tainted by weird smells.

Mo Lian paused as he held her hand. He looked up at his father, who was sitting on the throne.