Xu Yanli stood at the room's entrance, silently watching the physician take Wang Dong'er's pulse.
The physician's brows remained knitted for a long while before finally relaxing. He turned to Xu Yanli and bowed slightly. "Your Highness, this young lady is out of danger. The injuries from the backlash against her soul have mostly been healed by your holy light. The only remaining issue is that her Martial Soul was shaken. She just needs proper rest. At the earliest, she'll recover completely in half a month; at the latest, a month."
Xu Yanli nodded, his gaze falling on the unconscious girl in bed.
She still hadn't woken. Her pink-and-blue hair spilled across the pillow, and her face was turned to one side. Her lashes fluttered faintly, as if she were having a nightmare. The blood at the corner of her mouth had long since been wiped away, and her complexion had grown rosier. Her breathing was steady. She truly seemed to be out of danger.
Xu Yanli withdrew his gaze and turned to leave. When he reached the doorway, he paused and glanced at the soldiers standing guard on either side. His tone was as casual as if he were mentioning some minor matter. "Don't let her die. She's a child the deity I inherited from has watched grow up. If she dies by my hand, I won't know how to face him when we meet again."
His words sounded almost weightless, but the soldiers at the door all shivered. They understood perfectly: His Highness wasn't merely giving them an order. He was drawing a line. This girl absolutely could not die. As for everyone else, it didn't matter.
The soldiers hurriedly bowed and answered, "Yes! We'll obey Your Highness's orders!"
Xu Yanli said nothing more and stepped out of