Amid the bustling crowd, Chu Baihan actually spotted Yan Lian and Jian Yun.
They had been waving at her all along.
Yan Lian, being the ninth Prince of Yan Country and therefore a guest, it made sense for the Emperor to have him over.
However, when she turned around, she unexpectedly saw Nan Li.
Dressed in riding gear, his lean frame was even more pronounced.
His pale complexion, devoid of any color, resembled white porcelain; faint traces of blood vessels could be seen beneath the skin.
He was just standing there, the breeze brushing by, and the only phrase that flashed through Chu Baihan's mind was—
"A face like jade on the roadside, unparalleled in the world."
Her resolve to heal Nan Li only grew stronger within her heart.
She had already thought of a method, she just needed to find the right medicine.
"Brother Emperor, haven't I said? Your body is not suited for being out here."
Chu Baihan quickly approached Nan Li's side, her voice laden with concern.
