"How old are you, still making a fuss."
Yi Lin looked at Jian Nanchun's shocked expression and spoke while unabashedly placing his hand on the Empress Dowager's other wrist.
No wonder the Empress Dowager had the palace lady leave in advance. The esteemed Empress Dowager, wife of the late Emperor, was having her wrists held by two grown men—such a thing, if seen by others, would be a capital crime of defiance worthy of exterminating nine generations and digging up graves.
Of course, not many could decapitate two Golden Elixir cultivators' heads anyway.
As soon as Yi Lin sent a few strands of True Qi into the Empress Dowager's body, he understood the reason for Jian Nanchun's astonishment.
The Empress Dowager's meridians were withered, and although she appeared young, her body reeked of decay, like an elderly person near death. It turned out the Empress Dowager's frailty wasn't feigned; her body was indeed plagued with illness.
