Zhan Hen was startled, and he hurriedly summoned the Alchemists within the palace.
Who could have known that the Alchemists had come and gone like flowing water, and after checking, each one's face was as pale as paper.
"Tell me! What exactly is wrong with the Demon Empress!"
Zhan Hen hugged the frail figure of Moonflower, his heart both furious and fearful.
"Your Majesty, the Demon Empress's body is not in a bad state, just somewhat weak, but her spiritual despondency is a heart ailment. Heart ailments require heart medicine; we little ones are utterly helpless."
Each Alchemist was sweating profusely, their faces full of bitterness.
This time, the Demon Empress and Demon Emperor went out together; upon returning, the Demon Empress was like this.
The worst part is, the Demon Emperor wouldn't even let them ask more questions. How can they prescribe medicine to match the symptoms in this situation, let alone counsel the Demon Empress?
