Nan Jihan happened to see Jun Huang collapse when he entered. He rushed to her, but was waved away by Oleg Cragfiend. “She needs some time to take in the medicine. Don’t worry too much.”

Nan Jihan let out a sigh of relief. He looked down at Jun Huang, at her fair skin and delicate features framed by silky hair. She radiated coldness because of the lotus she’d consumed.

“Your Majesty, Northern Qi has delivered a message,” his personal eunuch went up to him and whispered.

Nan Jihan frowned. He’d exchanged a few letters with Nan Xun lately, but not often. This one had arrived earlier than usual. Something must have gone wrong.

He couldn’t figure out an explanation, but he was unwilling to leave Jun Huang. He wanted to be the first thing she saw when she woke up, and he wanted to see her recover.

The eunuch couldn’t argue with him. He had no...