My Arm Is Alright, It Doesn't Hurt Anymore

He fainted a few times but woke up from the pain.

Consort Wen had wanted to return several times on their way to the imperial study. However, she did not dare to return because the emperor had summoned them. She could only wipe her tears and comfort Prince Sui. Every time, she would say that they were almost there.

After a long time, Consort Wen and Prince Sui were brought into the imperial study.

Prince Sui's face had long turned pale. With the help of two imperial physicians, he followed Consort Wen into the imperial study, trembling.

He first bowed and greeted the old emperor before noticing Qian Jiyun, who had retreated to the side.

"You—"

He gritted his teeth and looked at Qian Jiyun. He remembered the pain in his arms and could not care less that his father was staring at him.

"Qian Jiyun, that woman you brought back is audacious! How dare she harm me? Hurry and hand her over. Otherwise, I'll make you—"