"Father, is my godmother asleep?" Chen Jia called softly, realizing his godmother couldn't be awakened.
Chen Mo didn't immediately respond to Chen Jia. Instead, he positioned Empress Zhao on his lap, arching her back like a bow, and gently used his skills to push, forcing the lake water she'd swallowed out of her mouth.
Then Chen Mo turned Empress Zhao over again.
After a while, Empress Zhao suddenly started coughing, her eyelashes twitching as she slowly opened her eyes, finding her vision filled entirely with the silhouettes of people.
She was also being held by a man, resting on his lap.
"Godmother, you're awake," Chen Jia said with a smile.
Wu Mi then proceeded to check Empress Zhao's pulse.
Chen Mo knew this situation was improper, yet the empress's dazed expression combined with her pitiful and haggard look, and the way her hair, wet and tangled from the lake water, clung to her face, inexplicably made his heart skip a beat.
