Yang Qing slept for two full days.
During that time, Bu Er had asked Jiang Zhizhou for ideas. What were they to do with Yang Qing lying unconscious like this?
If he never woke again, they would be in even greater trouble.
Pei Buji, however, shook his head and stopped them.
In Yang Qing's present condition, he should not be moved. They could only remain where they were and wait quietly for him to wake on his own.
Fortunately, though North Mountain was remote, it had plenty of woodland. During the two days Yang Qing lay unconscious, Bu Er and the other two took turns going out to forage, and nothing untoward happened.
At daybreak on the third day, Yang Qing finally opened his eyes slowly.
The moment he moved, Bu Er, who had been keeping watch beside him, noticed. He turned toward him. "Young master, you're finally awake!"
Having just awakened, Yang Qing's eyes held a trace of bewilderment, but they soon regained their usual clarity.
He spoke slowly. "What happened to me?"
All he remembered was seeing Dai Sheng die before his eyes. His mind had been in utter turmoil, and after that, he knew nothing.
Bu Er reached out to support Yang Qing and helped him lean against the carriage wall. "Young master, you suddenly fainted. You gave us quite a fright."
Fainted? Yang Qing frowned and was about to speak when Bu Er hurriedly added, "Seeing you awake nearly made me forget, young master. Do you feel unwell?"
Those two days of unconsciousness had frightened Bu Er terribly.
Yang Qing replied, "I don't feel unwell."
"Really?" Bu Er still did not believe him.
How could there possibly be no ill effects at all?
Yang Qing said, "I really am fine. Bu Er, has anything happened these