C338 White Tea with a Clear Fragrance

The palace.

Bai Qingheng stopped the imperial physician. "How is the emperor's health?"

The imperial physician shook his head, his expression grave. "Lord Bai, to be honest, His Majesty probably won't be able to wait for fresh rice."

Bai Qingheng was shocked.

It was almost the end of the year, and there was no new rice to be had.

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