After settling Azhu in, Murong Fu looked at the purple-black, ice-crusted blood on the floor, his expression darkening. Although he had appeared to force the poison out of her system earlier, that was not truly the case; the frigid, icy energy still leaking from her body was proof of that.
He could only conclude that while Azhu’s life was not in immediate danger, she would surely suffer long-term health complications if this persisted. A'bi was right—Azǐ was a wretched little vixen, truly vicious and cruel to the core.
After a long while, Azhu slowly drifted back to consciousness, only to find Murong Fu sitting by her bedside, looking at her with deep concern. This time, Azhu was finally able to speak. "Young Master, you’ve returned!" She started to sit up as she spoke.
Chapter 118