Half a month later.
As the New Year passed, the climate of the entire Royal Capital also took a sharp turn upward.
Nearly half a month of continuous clear skies melted the accumulated snow, turning the bitter winter into warm spring.
Because of this, quite a few peach blossoms had bloomed throughout the Royal Capital.
And over this half month, the entire Royal Capital had been exceptionally peaceful, without a single major incident occurring.
Only Emperor Changning had already gone seven days in a row without attending court, causing the hundred officials to grumble somewhat.
Imperial Advisor's Residence.
Countless overlapping sword shadows drew together, turning from thousands upon thousands into one.
Jiang Ning stood in the courtyard holding his sword, his breathing somewhat disordered.
All of a sudden.
Cough, cough, cough—
He coughed violently several times in succession.
With every cough, one could see his chest heave violently, as if each one were about to shake his lungs out.
At once, he propped his sword against the ground with his right hand and covered his mouth with his left. Dark-gold blood foam seeped through the gaps between his fingers.
The peach blossoms in the courtyard were in full bloom. Petals drifted down, slowly settling on his shoulders.
The next moment.
The blood foam between his fingers evaporated on the spot, vanishing into thin air.
Qingyi could not help walking over, handing him the tea she had just poured. Her brows were tightly knitted, her gaze full of concern.
"Are you really all right?"
"It's nothing!" Jiang Ning smiled, his expression calm.
After that, he took the tea Qingyi handed him and drank it down in one gulp.
The tea washed down his throat, immediately scattering the coppery sweetness in his mouth.
His heaving chest also gradually calmed.
"What is your