Leng Yu Yan reached out to adjust the blanket for Ye Yiheng, being careful not to touch the spots where the silver needles had been inserted, then turned to An Shiqi.
Only then did An Shiqi realize that his lord was lying prone on the bed.
"Your Highness, he…" An Shiqi, with a reverse grip, grabbed Mo Chen's collar, "An Yi, how did you protect Your Highness?"
An Yi was Mo Chen's alias within the Eastern Palace Dark Guard Bureau, Ruofeng was An Er, Liu Yun was An San, and Yin Shuang was An Si.
The four most skilled members had a routine duty to accompany Ye Yiheng, which was a rule of the Eastern Palace Dark Guard Bureau.
If any of them failed in their duties, they would have to step down and be replaced by another.
Mo Chen loosened his collar and immediately brushed off the hand on his neck: "The Imperial Palace was attacked today, His Highness has been unconscious for several hours!"
An Shiqi's eyes narrowed, and he punched the wall in frustration.
