'Only two Hundred Diseases Pills were left, but she wouldn't feel too bad about giving one to the Emperor.'
'However, if the Emperor's life was prolonged as a result, it would affect the timing of Xie Jinbai's ascension, which wouldn't be good.'
'And especially...'
Chen Minrou squeezed her friend's hand, her voice filled with worry. "What if saving me brings disaster upon you?"
"It's all just my speculation for now. It's too early to worry," Zhao Shijie said, putting an arm around his wife's shoulders to comfort her gently. "You've only just recovered. Don't overthink things."
"That's right," Cui Lingyao added. "Just focus on getting better. Don't think about anything else. I went to a lot of trouble to pull you back from death's door, so don't you dare let my efforts be in vain."
Chen Minrou's voice caught. "Then, Yaoyao, you have to stay with me."
"Of course," Cui Lingyao nodded. "I'll stay with you until you've completely recovered."
