Concubine Xian nodded and followed.
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Splendid Palace.
The Emperor hurried over, walking lightly as he entered Concubine Jin's bedroom, lifting the curtain himself.
The room was dimly lit.
He saw Concubine Jin leaning against the head of the bed, her eyes slightly closed, with her left hand lightly pressing her forehead.
The warm orange light cast on her side face and her long hair, which flowed like clouds.
Her usually charming appearance now seemed a bit soft, but with a different kind of tenderness that evoked sympathy.
"Zhuzhu..." The Emperor walked over, sat by the bedside, and looked at her face, "I heard you were ill and rushed over. Does your head hurt again? What did the Imperial Physician say?"
Concubine Jin said lightly, "It's just an old ailment. It'll be fine in a few days. Your Majesty doesn't need to worry."
"How can I not worry?"
"Your Majesty, where have you come from?" Concubine Jin looked up at him, sniffing, "It smells so nice."