C58 Your Majesty I Refuse to Touch It

The young chronicler's attitude was inscrutable.

Ever since the imperial physician had come and said that the young historian had fainted because of a moment of anger, Qi Jingyu had been sitting at the table, staring blankly at the table. The tea in his hand emitted a faint fragrance, and the water vapor condensed into mist, blurring Qi Jingyu's vision