Imperial Noble Consort De felt as though an iron lump were wedged in her throat, but Zhao Yan simply rose, swept his sleeves, and turned to leave. "This son thanks the Empress for the medicine."
Trembling, she watched the retreating figure of her son, an inexpressible sense of disappointment and chill settling deep in her heart.
Had he changed his nature, or did he care that much about a mere maidservant? If someone else had blocked an arrow for him, would he still kneel before the Empress and beg for medicine like this?
Chapter 25