Mo the Divine Physician extended three slender, pale fingers.
The Crown Princess and Prince Yan exchanged puzzled glances.
Prince Yan asked, "What does this mean?"
Mo the Divine Physician shrugged and sighed, "His Highness the Crown Prince's constitution was severely weakened in his youth, and overwork has further deteriorated his health. Even if I exert all my efforts, I can only grant him three more years at most."
The room fell into dead silence.
The Crown Prince, leaning against the bed, wore a resigned, bitter smile. The Crown Princess's nose stung with unshed tears as she struggled to hold them back.
"I'll write the prescription," Mo the Divine Physician said, stretching lazily before turning to Prince Yan. "Your residence is stifling—in a few days, I plan to visit the lake. Don't even think of stopping me."
