"Miss Zhai, there must be people from the Dark Night Division watching outside. Don't let your imagination run wild, and don't act rashly. If there's anything to be done, leave it to me. Don't worry—when it comes to Changsun Kang, I'll risk my life to help you deal with him!"
Zhai Qianqian forced a smile. "It's fine. I know what's important. You may all leave first."
After everyone had left, Zhai Qianqian felt a metallic taste rise in her throat and could not help coughing up a mouthful of blood.
She wiped the corner of her mouth and sat alone in the room, lost in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, dawn broke. A maid rushed in in panic and found that Zhai Qianqian was burning with fever, her forehead scorching hot and her lips unable to form words.
Before long, Zhao Yun and Zhou Yunmiao arrived. Zhou Yunmiao administered acupuncture and brewed medicine, and only then did Zhai Qianqian begin to feel better.
Zhao Yun waited outside, his heart full of doubts. After asking around, he learned that Eunuch Sun and Qian Honglie had come the night before.
When Zhou Yunmiao came out, Zhao Yun asked, "How is she?"
"Her anxiety attacked her heart, causing her blood and qi to flow in reverse. She's much better now. A few days of rest should be enough."
"Can I go in and see her?"
"You can, but don't make her angry!"
Zhao Yun entered the room and saw Zhai Qianqian's deathly pale face. The light that had once filled her eyes was gone.
"You're here."
"Get some proper rest. Don't think too much." Zhao Yun's voice was gentle.
"How can anyone go through life with everything going their way? Some things can't be forgotten just because I want to forget