Late at night, in the Xiliang Prince's Mansion.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lu Wanjun sat on the edge of the bed, coughing violently and trembling.

Every time he coughed, a little bit of blood would be sprinkled on the ground.

"Your Majesty! The medicine is here, the medicine is here!"

After hearing Lu Wanjun's cough, Li Yishuang took the medicine and immediately walked into the room quickly.

Li Yishuang put down the pills and patted Lu Wanjun's back gently, his eyes full of worry and distress.

After a while, Lu Wanjun's coughing finally stopped, and there was a pool of blood on the ground.

His entire face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

"My lord, drink the medicine quickly."

Li Yishuang quickly picked up the medicine bowl and handed it over with both hands.

"It's so bitter, it makes me sick just smelling it."

Lu Wanjun frowned, looking very reluctant.

"Your Majesty, good medicine is bitter and good for the sick, drink it." Li Yishuang advised softly.

"They are all dying. It doesn't matter whether they drink or not." Lu Wanjun shook his head.

"Don't talk nonsense! You will definitely live a long life!" Li Yishuang said seriously.

"Yes, yes, live a long life."

Lu Wanjun smiled with relief, then looked at the soup in the bowl, frowned again, finally gritted his teeth, picked up the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

Lu Wanjun, who remained calm in the face of thousands of troops, drank a bowl of medicine and his whole face became distorted.

It wasn't until he took a piece of brown sugar that he let out a long sigh of relief.

"My lord, are you feeling better?"

Li Yishuang picked up the white towel and wiped Lu Wanjun's sweat carefully.

"much better."

Lu Wanjun smiled comfortingly.

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