On the day before the autumn hunt began, Prince Qiu, who had been bedridden, suddenly recovered.
At the early morning court, civil and military officials looked at Li Mingjue, who was somewhat pale, and surrounded him with varying expressions to greet him.
"Prince Qiu, are you feeling any better?"
"Your Highness, could it be that you have overexerted yourself, for your complexion does not look good!"
"Yes, Your Highness, there is no need to force yourself, better to rest for a few more days!"
"..."
Li Mingjue looked at this group of fair-weather friends with an expressionless face and replied courteously, "Thank you all for your concern, I am no longer seriously ill."
Li Ming'an beside him scoffed and looked at him with a sinister gaze.
"Didn't the Imperial Physician visit younger brother a few days ago? How come he is suddenly well today? Could it be that he was feigning illness?"