Zhang Fengcai is dead.
In the Imperial Palace, Rong Jing slowly opened his eyes and saw the azure canopy above.
"Zhang Fengcai—"
He called out in a hoarse voice.
The sound of a door opening reached his ears as Miao Ci entered with a cup of hot tea, her tone filled with delight: "Your Majesty is finally awake! Princess Ning'an has been waiting outside for a long time, wishing to look after you."
"You didn't... let her in, did you?"
Rong Jing asked, frowning unintentionally.
Just uttering this simple sentence, he felt extremely weak all over, with a tearing pain in his chest.
"I wouldn't dare, Your Majesty. While you were unconscious, apart from the Imperial Physician treating you, I didn't allow anyone to visit." Miao Ci internally relaxed, thinking that following Zhang Fengcai's advice was correct, as the Emperor disliked visits, even if it was the Princess.
"That's good."
