As Li Ji neared his son's room, he suddenly heard the boy crying.
His heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, breaking into a run.
He shoved the door open.
His son's cries instantly became sharp and clear.
Without a second thought, Li Ji rushed to the bedside to check on his son.
He found the boy tucked neatly under the covers, a damp cloth on his forehead, and the strong scent of alcohol clinging to him.
The child was still crying, his face streaked with tears. His small hands flailed about, as if trying to grasp something.
Li Ji reached out and touched his son's forehead.
It was a little hot.
His heart sank. He turned and shouted out the door.
"Someone, get in here!"
Usually, at least three people were on duty by the young prince's side. Tonight, however, for some unknown reason, there was not a single person in the room. The area outside was also eerily quiet, with no one in sight.
'This is no coincidence.'
Rage surged within Li Ji, and his expression turned grim.
