The bonfire erupted in a shower of golden-red sparks.
The courtyard was quite warm.
But Tang Wen felt a bone-chilling cold, as if buffeted by wind from all sides.
'Is there something wrong with Queen Xia Qingge's body?'
'What kind of problem?'
'Is it a lingering injury from a previous fight?'
'Or…'
'Or did she take some unorthodox path to forcefully raise her Realm and combat power, causing her body to break down?'
Tang Wen took a deep breath, calming himself as he recalled everyone's expressions. 'Hmm, it seems like no one else noticed anything was wrong with the Queen.'
'Does that mean this symptom only appeared recently?'
'Hmm, could it be a lingering effect from her one-on-five battle?'
'That can't be right. She's taken so many Elixirs and so much Wound Medicine. Elder Ya and the physicians all checked on her. With her powerful Constitution, her wounds should have been almost completely healed by now, right?'
