Xie Lian asked, "How is it?"
With a loud "thump," Ming Yi fell face-first onto the offering table, seemingly unconscious.
On the other side, Shi Qingxuan was silent, tears streaming down his face.
"…"
Xie Lian hesitated and asked, "My lords, what's going on? Could you please gather yourselves and give some feedback?"
Shi Qingxuan came back to his senses, wiped away his tears, and fiercely gripped Xie Lian’s hand, murmuring incoherently, "Crown Prince..."
Xie Lian grasped his hand and asked, "What?"
Shi Qingxuan, with a thick tongue and unable to speak clearly, after a moment, pushed at Ming Yi, crying, "Ming Brother... Ming Brother! What's wrong with you? Pull yourself together! Wake up!"
Ming Yi remained motionless on the table, and Shi Qingxuan, who couldn't stand being ignored, pushed harder, and finally began to shake him violently. Xie Lian couldn't watch any longer and couldn't help but remind him, "Wind Master, perhaps you should put down the broom first. We can talk it out."