Qin Cang awoke from a dazed state, and the sight before him was unfamiliar.
This was not his familiar bedchamber.
The person sitting beside the dragon bed also surprised him.
"It's you?" As he spoke, he realized his voice was terribly hoarse. Moreover, he was too weak to even lift his hand.
The candlelight enveloped Mu Qingge, accentuating her delicate features even more.
She wore a smile with unclear intentions and lazily said, "Congratulations on Your Majesty's awakening."
"Why are you here? What... what happened to me? Where am I?" Qin Cang struggled to utter these words, then panted heavily a few more times.
He was very displeased with his own weakness.
Mu Qingge's smile widened.
She had deliberately asked Qin Jinhao for some private time, just to question Qin Cang about a few matters.
