The Little White Dragon’s curled tail loosened, slipping from Pei Hengyu’s wrist. It climbed up Pei Hengyu’s smooth arm using all four claws, muttering as it went, "That wretched Phoenix—ten lifetimes of reincarnation, and still you refuse to let my master be. After ten lifetimes, whatever little Spiritual Power he once had has been diluted into thin air. How could there possibly be any divine power left to save him?"
In the main hall, Yuwen Junan was flipping through memorial reports. A green bamboo plant swayed slightly in its purple clay pot as he picked up Pei Hengyu’s vermilion brush. To ensure Pei Hengyu could recover in peace, he had dismissed all the palace attendants; the inner bedchamber was entirely empty.
Pei Hengyu lay on the couch. The cold sweat had stopped, the foul blood within him had been purged, and the coughing had ceased. However, the agony of his shattered bones persisted, etched into the lines of his brow as he rested. According to Imperial Physician Li, it would take at least a month of medicinal decoctions for the Emperor’s internal injuries to show any sign of improvement. But Yuwen Junan had been secretly channeling his own Spiritual Power into Pei Hengyu to nourish his meridians and organs, leading the Heir of Prince Nan to believe that Pei Hengyu would wake within three to five days.
Chapter 137