Dreams Within and Without

Li Wuxian had often inquired after her ministers' illnesses and knew a little about treating ailments in the mortal world, but she truly knew nothing at all about healing with immortal arts. None of the immortal arts she had learned went in that direction. Instinctively, she felt that Little Clam seemed to harbor ill intentions, yet she lacked the confidence to refute her.

With her life at stake, she could only listen.

But this was so embarrassing, especially with Master standing beside her, staring dumbfoundedly... His eyes were practically about to pop out.

Ugh... Why did she feel so chilly... So panicked...

Even when she had crawled naked into Master's arms in her dreams, she had not felt as flustered as she did now, wrapped up so tightly. Wherever she felt Master's gaze land, that spot burned hot.

Reality really was no good. Dreams were better. In dreams, she truly did not know what shame was—how relaxing...

Was this position really better for dreaming? Li Wuxian pressed her face to the pillow, turned her head toward An'an, and looked at her questioningly.

An'an wore a solemn expression and slowly nodded.

Li Wuxian took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and waited expectantly to dream.

As if nothing had happened, An'an picked up a cup of tea and took a comfortable sip.

This silent pantomime nearly made Liusu burst out laughing. Qin Yi stood with his hands on his hips, looking at An'an, unsure whether he should scold her or praise her. He truly did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Since she was not fit to go out walking around, having Wu Xian lie prone like this was not the answer either. It would be better to let her sleep early. Qin Yi pointed a finger, and a Sleep