Ye Yiheng reached out and caught her, "Ling Lang, quickly, how is she doing?"
His voice held an urgency that even he himself had not noticed.
Ling Lang snapped back from Leng Yu Yan's acupuncture technique, bowed, and took her pulse.
"Your Highness, the Commandery Princess has survived the second wave, there's only the hardest wave left." Ling Lang pondered and then added, "The water in the pool is now warm, soaking in it any longer is of no use. Shall we move her to the bed?"
The last wave, in today's world, no one could endure it.
If the Crown Prince really wanted to offer himself to detoxify the Commandery Princess, then it would indeed be more comfortable on the bed.
Sensing the unspoken suggestion in Ling Lang's words, Ye Yiheng's face darkened.
Just as the Crown Prince was about to say something, Leng Yu Yan suddenly spoke up, "Fetch some ice from the ice cellar and put it into the pool!"
