"Is the Crown Prince not going to make it?" Concubine Xian's face turned deathly pale as she supported herself against the table, barely able to stand.
The Imperial Physician quickly replied, "Your Highness is overthinking it; the Crown Prince's life isn't in danger."
"That's good, that's good..."
"However..."
Before Concubine Xian could let out a sigh of relief, the Imperial Physician continued, "I'm afraid the Crown Prince will never walk again."
Concubine Xian's face instantly turned ghastly white, and she collapsed to the ground.
The Emperor frowned, "Can he only lie down?"
"He can, um, also use a wheelchair, like Princess Consort of Yu." The Imperial Physician responded cautiously.
The Emperor's frown deepened.
If he is disabled, how can he still be the Crown Prince?
Would the Great Sheng Dynasty really accept a disabled Emperor?
The Empress asked, "As Imperial Physicians, can't you come up with any other solutions?"