"Young Master Shen, you've finally woken up."
As soon as Shen Zhao woke up, he heard Jiang Qingluan's excited yet choked voice.
She immediately left the zither table and quickly walked to Shen Zhao's bedside, just about to take his hand.
But the moment she extended her jade-like arm, she hesitated.
In the end, she timidly withdrew her hand.
She was naturally introverted and shy, and that's why she took the initiative to help Shen Zhao when he was injured.
Now that Shen Zhao is safe and sound, she naturally dares not fully express her inner thoughts through her actions.
"Empress Jiang..."
Shen Zhao called out softly and tried to straighten up.
"Young Master Shen, don't move, your injury..."
Shen Zhao then realized that he was covered in bandages with freshly dried blood on them.
"I'm sorry, I saw you were badly injured and bleeding a lot, so... so..."
The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't say them.
When Jiang Qingluan brought Shen Zhao to this village, he was too badly injured, so she didn't pay much attention to anything else.
With the help of local villagers, they removed all the blood-stained clothes from Shen Zhao's body and then wrapped bandages around his body.
Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, but now, recalling Shen Zhao being stripped naked and seeing his body, her face instantly turned bright red.
She covered her cheeks; they were burning hot.
Fortunately, Shen Zhao's attention wasn't on her at the moment. He just propped himself up and glanced out the window, casually asking, "How many days have I been unconscious?"
"Including today, you have been unconscious for six days and six nights."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingluan felt a mix of tension and relief.
For the past six days, she has stayed by Shen Zhao's side without leaving for a moment, constantly using the music of her zither to calm and soothe her soul.
Even though he possessed the cultivation of an Emperor, after spending almost six days and nights without sleep expending his spiritual energy to stabilize Shen Zhao's soul, he now felt somewhat powerless.
Fortunately, the man has woken up, so her sacrifice was worthwhile.
"Six days?"
Shen Zhao exclaimed in surprise.
"Have you heard anything from Qiu Yao and the others?"
Jiang Qingluan shook her head: "No, I've been staying here for the past few days and don't know what's happening outside."
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao immediately threw off the covers and prepared to get out of bed.
Jiang Qingluan did not stop him, but stepped forward to support his arm: "Young Master Shen, be careful."
"I'm fine, but I need to contact Qiu Yao as soon as possible and ask her how to handle the reorganization of the military power in Shu."
"But your injuries haven't healed yet."
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
Shen Zhao forced himself out of bed, but the moment his feet touched the ground, he felt dizzy.
Deep in my mind, a hellish scene emerges: under a blood-red setting sun, billions of living beings are devoured by bizarre monsters.
He himself sat upright on a throne made of human flesh, holding a bowl of bright red liquid, quietly watching the scene of the celestial realm falling and the world collapsing in the void.
"Young Master Shen, what's wrong?"
Jiang Qingluan helped him sit down again, her face full of tension and worry.
"It's nothing." Shen Zhao shook her head, trying to clear her mind from the illusion. "I'm just a little hungry."
"Hungry?"
Jiang Qingluan was taken aback, then immediately understood.
"Young Master Shen, lie down first. I'll go ask Aunt Yang for some ingredients. Don't move, whatever you do, don't move."
After calming Shen Zhao down, she immediately ran out of the house.
About fifteen minutes later, Shen Zhao saw Jiang Qingluan return to the room carrying a bamboo basket.
She wore a simple white flowing dress, which complemented her exquisitely beautiful face and smooth, lustrous hair.
That air about her makes her look like a well-educated and refined young lady from a prominent family.
What he should be holding in his hand is a book.
But now he was carrying a bamboo basket, which made Shen Zhao feel a huge sense of incongruity.
"Young Master Shen, please rest for a moment, I'll cook."
"Can you cook?"
Shen Zhao was indeed somewhat surprised.
Those high-ranking empresses and saintesses, you could say they were proficient in everything from music and chess to calligraphy and painting, tea ceremony, and so on.
But when it comes to cooking...
While Shen Zhao was still in a daze, Jiang Qingluan had already skillfully taken out a bunch of kitchen utensils from her storage ring, including everything from frying and stir-frying to cooking.
A beautiful young woman was seen skillfully handling the ingredients in a bamboo basket.
In a short while, smoke began to rise from the kitchen utensils, and a sweet aroma filled the room.
Shen Zhao remained silent throughout, simply watching Jiang Qingluan showcase her culinary skills.
About half an hour later, a plate of dishes was placed in front of Shen Zhao's bed.
A plate of green vegetables, a plate of pork tenderloin in clear oil, a plate of fried fish pieces, and a bowl of white rice porridge.
The dishes are on the lighter side, but their vibrant colors make them very appetizing.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you, Young Master Shen. I don't know if these dishes suit your taste."
After putting down the plate, Jiang Qingluan immediately stood to the side, looking both expectant and uneasy.
From the moment she started watching, she noticed that Shen Zhao was staring at her, which made her heart race.
After a long while, Shen Zhao picked up his chopsticks, dipped a piece of pork tenderloin into the porridge, and slowly put it into his mouth.
Jiang Qingluan's jade-like fingers unconsciously tightened around the belt around her waist, anxiously awaiting Shen Zhao's evaluation.
Unfortunately, Shen Zhao didn't say a word and simply picked up the bowl and began to eat heartily.
Silence speaks louder than words.
Jiang Qingluan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly began to settle down.
At this moment, a middle-aged woman wearing a hemp turban and clothes with pudding on them walked into the house, carrying a plate of scrambled eggs.
"Oh, you're finally awake! I can finally relax."
The women and children greeted Shen Zhao warmly upon seeing him.
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