In the side hall, Dugu Xiaojin lay on the bed.
Unlike his previous madness, he now appeared frail and helpless.
He seemed to be having a nightmare, murmuring incessantly.
"Don't... leave me... Father... I've been good..."
His tiny fists clenched from time to time, wildly swinging in the air, his feet kicking.
Dugu Wu sat beside him, his face grim.
"Reporting to Prince Wu, the Young Heir is not in serious danger. He was just startled. This servant will prescribe some sleeping draught to aid his spirit..."
"Get out."
With a glance from Dugu Wu, the third Imperial Physician from the Imperial Hospital was frightened away.
Dugu Wu was in a state of agitation; even if Lu Yin were here, he would be at a loss with this illness.
