Pei Hengyu drank the hot tea, feeling a warmth spread through his stomach, though a bitter, astringent taste lingered on the tip of his tongue.
Inside, Wenhui lay silent and still. The medicine had been administered, but she had yet to regain consciousness. Imperial Physician Li had been keeping watch in the inner chamber since his arrival. The young girl had escaped life-threatening injuries, but the tibia in her lower leg had been shattered by a horse’s hoof; even if it healed, she would be left with a limp.
Pei Hengyu did not remember the fate of this cousin in his previous life. She had always been kept in Qiushuang Studio; he had never visited her, and she had never appeared before him. After the palace coup, even he had been reduced to a plaything for Yuwen Junan. It was unlikely a princess without power or influence had met a pleasant end. At the very least, however, during his years on the throne, she should have lived a life free from worry about food or shelter.
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