Gu Yuena sent Dan Heng away to buy some pastries.
At a normal walking pace, it would take roughly half an incense stick's time.
After dealing with Count Charles's servants, Di Tian quietly entered the room.
Though Gu Yuena's face was still pale, she no longer appeared as frail as she had before Dan Heng.
Or rather, only by Dan Heng's side was she an ordinary wife. Before everyone else, she was the Co-lord of soul beasts whose Divine Might could not be directly beheld—the Silver Dragon King!
Sitting on the bed, she held a bowl of medicinal soup in her hands.
She had drunk less than half of it, and it was still steaming.
Though it was called medicine, it was not bitter.
"Master, I beat up those people. They certainly will not let this go, and they will surely come looking for trouble later. Whether I act or not, Dan Heng must break free from his peaceful life."
Di Tian spoke respectfully.
Gu Yuena hummed in acknowledgment, her eyes still fixed on the medicinal soup in her hands.
Hehe, Husband brewed this for me.
They are clearly just ordinary herbs, yet they warm my heart!
"Master, you..." Di Tian looked at Gu Yuena's condition, his brow furrowing slightly with concern.
Even he could sense that Gu Yuena's current condition was like a spent arrow.
Once that delicate balance was broken, her injuries would likely worsen again.
Her injuries had originally needed more than ten thousand years to fully stabilize. Now that she was forcing herself to hold on, she could endure even less turmoil.
"It is nothing," Gu Yuena said casually.
Di Tian hesitated before asking again, "Master, since Dan Heng possesses strength that even you value, perhaps he has medicinal herbs stored away. Why not ask him