Ran Yunsheng was more important to Mrs. Luo than her own life. Now that his life hung in the balance, with no knowledge of the suffering he must be enduring, each passing day tortured her heart, nearly withering it away.
Following Ran Pingyu, Ran Yan entered the bedroom. As soon as she stepped through the door, she was hit by a strong medicinal smell. Sniffing slightly, she realized it was only calming and nourishing herbs, which eased her worries somewhat.
Inside the inner chamber, three and a half of the curtains around the bed were rolled up. Mrs. Luo lay pale on the bed, surrounded by several ice basins, with a few maids kneeling before it, keeping watch.
Hearing footsteps, Mrs. Luo barely opened her eyes and upon recognizing the visitor as Ran Yan, her eyes brightened as she struggled to sit up.
Two maids hurriedly came forward to support her.
Ran Yan had just knelt down before the bed when Mrs. Luo grabbed her hand, "Seventeen, where is Assistant Minister Xiao?"
