Chapter 647: Poison Oath (1)

"Grandaunt!"

Chu Yi happened to see the scene of Feng Yang falling from the wooden chair and exclaimed. The usually elegant, serious, and calm young man's expression revealed a rare change.

He took three steps forward and quickly caught Feng Yang's quickly falling body. His strong arms held her steadily.

The Emperor, who was in deep thought, returned to his senses and saw Feng Yang lying in Chu Yi's arms with sweat all over his face. His eyes were closed and he didn't move.

Her face was so pale that there was no color at all. Bean-sized sweat rolled down her forehead, and she gritted her teeth.

The white-haired old woman usually looked energetic, but at this moment, she was picked up by the young man with ease. In contrast to his tall figure, she looked so thin and weak.

"Aunt! Aunt!" The Emperor cried out twice.