"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."
Chu Qing clutched his chest, wracked by a violent coughing fit. When it subsided, he was left half-slumped over the table, his face flushed red from the exertion.
"Fifth Brother, are you alright?" Chu Yue asked, turning to look at him.
"Cough, cough..."
Chu Qing dissolved into another coughing fit.
"Seventh Princess, it's time for the Prince to take his medicine," a guard said as he helped Chu Qing up.
Chu Qing was gasping for air, his entire body leaning heavily on the guard. His eyes looked as if he couldn't even keep them open.
Seeing this, how could Chu Yue not understand? She gritted her teeth and ordered, "Escort the Fifth Prince back to the inn."
"Yes."
"Cough, cough, cough... Imperial... Imperial Sister... I'll... I'll leave everything... to you... Cough, cough, cough... PTAH..." The Fifth Prince, weak and unsteady, turned back at the doorway. He managed to sputter out a fragmented sentence before coughing up a mouthful of blood.
