"Eighth Princess Your Highness, His Majesty summons you inside," a palace attendant approached her.
Huang Mingge breathed a sigh of relief, Ken letting her up was a good sign.
She staggered to her feet, even falling again due to the weakness in her legs.
The palace attendant beside her stood quietly with hands down. Normally, someone would have hurried to support her by now, right? A bunch of opportunists!
She struggled to her feet, even managing a smile at the attendant, "Thank you for your trouble."
After speaking, she slowly made her way towards the Heavenly Phoenix Palace.
The Phoenix Emperor was seated at the main seat in the side hall, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea.
Huang Mingge walked very slowly, as she had not had a drop of water for two days and looked noticeably unwell, her usually rosy lips even starting to crack and flake.
When has the always cherished Eighth Princess Your Highness ever suffered like this?
