Chapter 240 Shen Yuepo, this is emotional abuse.
Meng Guichen's usually languid and stunningly beautiful face instantly lost all color, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.
She even forgot to greet Feng Jin, staring intently at Lin Yanxin's lifeless body, her voice filled with a panic and sobs she herself was unaware of:
"What...what happened to him?!"
Long ago, she secretly planted a sensory restriction within Lin Yanxin's body.
She would sense if he suffered a fatal injury or his soul was in great danger.
The sudden surge of heart palpitations made her rush over without hesitation, only to witness the scene she least wanted to see.
Shen Tu was taken aback by Meng Guichen's unprecedented loss of composure.
He glanced at her, then at Lin Yanxin, and exclaimed "Oh!" as if suddenly realizing something. His eyes darted between the two, a hint of mockery in them.
"You know each other? You're quite familiar with each other?"
However, he also knew this wasn't the time for gossip, and quickly added:
"The specifics are still unclear, but it seems that he overexerted himself while assisting the Emperor and Empress in completing the seal, resulting in damage to his soul and a severe coma. Fortunately, he was protected in time."
Upon hearing this, Meng Guichen took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
She turned to Feng Jin and bowed solemnly: "Your Majesty, please allow me to take Abbot Lin back to my Rebirth Palace to care for him. My palace contains a Soul-Purifying Lotus Pool and Spirit-Nourishing Jade Marrow that may be beneficial to his recovery."
Feng Jin glanced at her and nodded: "Okay."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Meng Guichen immediately and carefully used his magic to lift Lin Yanxin's body, then turned into a stream of light and left at an astonishing speed.
Shen Tu stood there, stroking his chin, and muttered, "Tsk, this is the first time in all these years that I've seen Meng Guichen so anxious and agitated..."
Feng Jin ignored him, hugged Chen Yuepo tightly in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Return to the temple."
Five days later, at the Fengdu Imperial Palace.
Shen Yuepo felt as if he had been sinking and floating in an endless, cold deep sea for a long time, his consciousness struggling to rise from the dark swamp little by little.
The first thing to be restored was the sense of touch; beneath me was soft satin, and the fabric covering me was thin yet exceptionally warm.
Strands of peaceful, nether energy were slowly seeping into her parched meridians and sea of consciousness.
She moved her fingertips with difficulty, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
My vision was blurry at first, but then a handsome, otherworldly face, yet looking somewhat haggard and tired, came into view.
Feng Jin lay on his side beside her, one hand still tightly holding hers. He hadn't changed out of his dark imperial robes, and there were faint blue shadows under his eyes, as if he had been guarding her all along.
Shen Yuepo stared at him quietly for a moment, memories flooding back like a tide.
Blood Sea, Seal, Yun Jingyan's Self-Destruction, Senior Brother's Arrival, That Crazy Yin-Yang Reversal Qiankun Formation, and the Final Infusion of Netherworld Law Power.
Feng Jin seemed to sense something and opened his eyes.
His dark golden eyes paused for a moment when they met her gaze.
The next instant, his arms were already wrapped around her, holding her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
His voice was terribly hoarse, "You're finally awake..."
His embrace carried a familiar, crisp scent, and a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
Shen Yuepo let him hold her for a few breaths, feeling his heartbeat, which was faster than usual, coming from his chest.
Then, he raised his hand and patted his back weakly.
Feng Jin's body stiffened slightly, as if he realized something, and he slowly loosened his grip, but his arms were still wrapped around her.
He lowered his head to examine her complexion carefully, his fingertips lightly touching her wrist pulse: "How are you feeling? Is your soul still in excruciating pain?"
Shen Yuepo shook her head, her voice still weak but clear: "I'm fine."
She paused, then looked up at him. "Where's my senior brother? How is he?"
Hearing her ask Lin Yanxin first, Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and he truthfully replied, "In Meng Guichen's Hall of Rebirth. She personally took care of him, using the Soul-Purifying Lotus Pond and the Spirit-Nourishing Jade Marrow."
"His soul is stable, and his physical life has been restored. However, he has been overexerted and his soul is damaged. He is still unconscious, but there is no danger of him dissipating. Recovery is only a matter of time."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo finally relaxed completely and let out a long sigh of relief.
It's good that you're alright...
Once that breath was released, reason and emotion returned completely.
She remembered the farewell phantom inside that bead.
The expression that had just calmed down slowly faded again, returning to its usual cold and aloof demeanor.
She raised her hand and placed it against Feng Jin's chest, giving him a push that was weak but clear in its intent.
"Don't hug me." She looked away, her voice flat. "I don't want to see you right now."
Feng Jin paused noticeably, tightening his arms around her for a moment, but then, fearing he might hurt her, he didn't press harder.
He looked at her profile, which was slightly turned to the side and revealed cold, indifferent lines, and felt as if his heart was being clenched by an invisible hand.
Silence filled the bedchamber.
After a long while, Feng Jin's deep voice rang out, "...I was wrong."
Shen Yuepo didn't speak; her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she hadn't heard.
Feng Jin waited for a while, but received no response. He then reached out and gently took her hand, which was pressed against his chest.
Then, he firmly intertwined his fingers with hers.
“I shouldn’t have acted on my own,” he continued in a low voice, his gaze fixed on her, trying to find a trace of emotion on her face. “I shouldn’t have thought of leaving you alone.”
Shen Yuepo remained silent, but the fingers he held twitched almost imperceptibly.
Seeing that she still ignored him, Feng Jin frowned even more deeply, "Chen Yuepo."
He pursed his lips, his tone accusing, "This is emotional abuse."
"..."
Shen Yuepo, who hadn't reacted at all, finally looked up at him.
His gaze was somewhat complex, as if he was speechless, or perhaps he was laughing in exasperation.
She gently tried to pull her hands away from his clasped fingers, but couldn't, and was too lazy to bother anymore.
…They learn quite quickly.
She remained silent, but a tiny crack seemed to appear in her previously aloof and unapproachable demeanor.
Feng Jin noticed this subtle change and felt somewhat relieved, but he knew that this matter was not over yet.
He dared not say anything more easily, but simply held her hand, gently stroking her knuckles, slowly transferring the power of the underworld to her to help her recover.
Shen Yuepo was carefully recuperated in the Fengdu Imperial Palace for several days.
Feng Jin mobilized almost all the resources of the Netherworld to nourish her damaged soul.
Every day, spiritual soup brewed from Netherworld Jade Marrow is delivered to the bedchamber like flowing water.
Countless rare flowers and herbs, which are only recorded in ancient books and are used to nourish the soul, are carefully enshrined in the hall, silently absorbing nourishing spiritual energy.
In addition, Feng Jin personally used the power of the Netherworld Origin to regulate her meridians and stabilize her soul every day, so the recovery speed of Chen Yue Po was astonishing.
Although not at his peak, he was no longer seriously injured, and some color had returned to his pale face.
only……
These past few days, all the ghost servants and guards on duty in the imperial palace have been keeping silent as if they were cicadas in winter.
Even when drifting through the corridor, it wished it could shrink into a wisp of smoke and slip away close to the wall.
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