Chu Qianli, although covered with a quilt, was feeling immense pressure.
But ever since Liujin had entered, he had felt the pressure emanating from the depths of Prince Yexuan's cold eyes, which filled one with dread.
He absolutely did not dare to let his gaze wander everywhere.
Even when taking Chu Qianli's pulse, it was only after the Prince presented her hand that he carefully touched her wrist.
As for her face… he could truly only see her face.
If it weren't for the Prince wanting him to check on Chu Qianli's complexion, he probably wouldn't be allowed to even glance at her face.
Such oppression had only one reason: the body beneath the quilt was absolutely bare.
Her breathing was erratic, her pulse weak.
Her complexion ashen, from her cheek to the edge of her ear, there was a faint mark left by the Prince…
"Prince, she has been injured, and by your... treatment, she must have been in pain for quite some time."