"What did you do to him?" The saintess suddenly raised her head with a cold expression and looked at the people of the saintess' palace.
Everyone looked at each other. The people sent by the palace did it, but they did not know what they did.
In the room, Zhao Ruifeng was lying there, his chest not moving at all. The imperial physicians examined it countless times and looked at each other before shaking their heads. "He doesn't have any fatal injuries or signs of poisoning, but..." the man said. One of the Imperial physicians muttered to himself for a while before continuing, "But he's not breathing either. He's not breathing."
The imperial physician sighed. Such a young man was gone just like that... The man looked like he was asleep, so who would have thought that he was already dead?
