"Commander," Lu Tianbi addressed when he finally reached them. Her eyes snapped to the pale woman in his arms and her heart sank to her stomach.
Li Xueyue was blue and limp. She was paler than a ghost and her wet hair stuck to her forehead.
Lu Tianbi couldn't even meet the Commander's gaze. It wasn't that he terrified her, but he intimidated her. Everyone, but Yu Zhen, was willing to accept the fact—hypothermia had gotten to Xueyue. She was at death's doors by now.
It was too late.
Hu Dengxiao nudged Lu Tianbi. She shouldn't look so heartbroken. Her eyes were trembling with the truth as her lips twitched to say it out loud.
"Your Highness," Hu Dengxiao spoke up in an unwavering voice. "The Imperial Physician awaits in the Crown Princess's Palace. The servants have already made all the necessary arrangements beforehand."
Yu Zhen wordlessly nodded. He brushed past his advisor and right-hand woman.
