Prince Ding was not distrustful of his own daughter, but, given the urgency of the situation, there was no time to explain.
"Ziyue is probably not able to get out either. I will explain this matter to her."
She grasped Chu Qianli's wrist tightly in her hand.
"Your Highness, remember, you must preserve your life at all costs. Even if someone threatens you with my life or Ziyue's, you must save yourself first."
"You are our only hope, please remember that!"
"Okay! I will definitely remember the words of my royal uncle."
Only then did Prince Ding let go of her, turning towards the door and speaking in a low voice, "Ziyue, you may come in now."
...When Long Ziyue came in, Chu Qianli was already helping Prince Ding to lie back down on the bed.
"Ali, how is my mother doing?" Long Ziyue asked anxiously.
Chu Qianli's face was expressionless as she said indifferently, "The illness is too severe, I... might not be able to cure the Prince; I can only do my best."