She touched him again and became sure that Huangfu Minxue was indeed covered in fever. Her face turned pale drastically, and she yelled out loud, "Someone, come quickly, the Little Crown Prince has a fever!"
Indeed, people came, and not just a few—Huangfu Yueming arrived, his brooding handsome face darkened with gravity, and he directly scooped Huangfu Minxue into his arms.
However, Huangfu Minxue's little hand tightly clutched onto Mi Yao's clothing.
The man's gaze fell on her, and his voice was coldly void of warmth, "Follow us."
Mi Yao,…
...
In the room.
Doctors came and went, and the servants hardly dared to breathe; it was clear to Mi Yao that Huangfu Minxue's high fever put everyone on high alert.
The child looked delicate and well-cultivated, yet he seemed to have frail health—otherwise, why would he have suddenly developed a fever for no reason?
