Xu Zhenguan's breath was weak, but upon hearing the words, she understood his meaning and nodded: "Alright..."
Zhao Douan immediately recalled how the Empress transferred Qi to him before, and he replicated it. He placed Zhenbao in a cross-legged position and sat cross-legged behind her, imitating the Qi transfer stance from martial arts novels, placing his palms on her back. He tried... but failed.
"Am I really too weak? Can't do it through the clothes..." Zhao Douan took a deep breath, his eyes focusing intently.
Xu Zhenguan, struggling to endure the pain in her meridians, suddenly widened her eyes, sensing a pair of hands reaching into her loose robe.
"You... how could you..."
As she spoke those few words, it belatedly dawned on her about a crucial matter:
Since there were only the monarch and minister here, the wounds and bandages on her body...
"Your Majesty, don't turn back. I am... adapting to the situation."
