Seeing the poor complexion of Qi Yun, Li Qingmu was a little worried, "Emperor, has something happened?"
He was concerned about the affairs of the court, but Qi Yun only cast him a complicated look and said, "Your wife went to the execution ground to see you off."
Li Qingmu's hand holding the piece trembled slightly, almost unable to hold the chess piece.
He had never felt so panicked in his life, his voice almost trembling, "Then... how is Yue'er? Is she all right?"
Watching someone you love be beheaded, how painful is that? Can his Yue'er endure it?
The moment he asked this question, Li Qingmu cursed himself for being foolish. Since it had been relayed to the Emperor, there must have been an accident!
Li Qingmu's heart tightened along with it, and he looked at Qi Yun anxiously.
Qi Yun said word by word, "She... coughed up blood. Her master took her away. As for her current condition, it's still unknown."
Li Qingmu stared blankly ahead, as if petrified, unable to move.
