Qin Zhinian hurried over, stumbling, a few strands of silver hair hanging untidily at his temples, his dark-blue robes stained with brownish-black spots, whether from medicine or blood.
At this moment, Chancellor Qin looked much older than he had in his past life.
Trembling, he knelt on the ground. "Prince, please understand. This old subject had already prepared the warm chamber; it was the Second Prince himself who insisted on keeping watch by this pavilion."
Chapter 46