Even dressed in winter clothes, Kang Chen could still feel that Ming Mei had gotten much thinner than before; the bones under her clothes were distinctly perceptible.
But Ming Mei has been eating quite a bit recently, with three meals a day, never less.
But…
She is just getting thinner.
He lowered his head and kissed Ming Mei's forehead: "Don't lose any more weight…"
Ming Mei asked Kang Chen, "Didn't you go to see the young King? How is he doing?"
Kang Chen took Ming Mei upstairs, talking as they walked: "It's not good, his injuries keep fluctuating."
Ming Mei asked him, "Will he die?"
Kang Chen shook his head: "Not sure, but the doctor said there's a high chance."
Ming Mei raised her head: "If he dies, what will happen?"
Kang Chen found it strange, wondering why Ming Mei suddenly asked this.
But still he said, "The old King just passed away half a year ago, if the young King dies so soon, it would be very detrimental to the nation."
Ming Mei nodded: "Is that so."
