A cold wind blew by, causing the bed curtains to sway gently. Cang Xixue couldn't help but feel a chill, and had no choice but to hug her arms and return to the bed.
Beside her was Feng Guche, who was fast asleep. Cang Xixue couldn't help but glance at him with her usually calm and peaceful eyes, but there was no warmth in them, only disgust.
As if to make herself more comfortable, the usually noble and elegant Cang Xixue couldn't help but turn over, carrying Feng Guche on her back. In the darkness, her every move spoke volumes about her disgust for Feng Guche.
Perhaps because Cang Xixue had taken too much medication today, Feng Guche suddenly began to sleep restlessly.
Feng Guche seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. He suddenly clutched the blanket in pain, his face pale, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, his breathing rapid, and he shook his head back and forth, seemingly muttering something, but it was indistinct and impossible to understand.
His unusual behavior caught Cang Xixue's attention. She turned slightly to look back, her eyes darkening before revealing a relieved smile.
For Cang Xixue, the past ten years spent with the ancient Buddha and the dim lamp were by no means peaceful or comfortable. She endured all the suffering, sins, torment, and betrayal she had suffered, and she was determined to get revenge for them one by one.
Not only Emperor Feng Guche, but also Empress Shen Biyun, will have to pay a painful price for this.
In the dead of night, his dark eyes flickered with a hint of smugness and triumph, and his gaze toward Feng Guche was as cold as a poisoned ice blade.
This is just the beginning!
With that thought in mind, Cang Xixue turned her head and peacefully fell asleep.
The next day.
A gentle breeze swept through the main hall, lifting the bed curtains. Feng Guche, who had been having nightmares all night, opened his eyes, but his complexion was terrible and his head was throbbing.
He turned his somewhat cloudy eyes and saw a woman's back outside the bed curtains, and then he began to realize what was happening.
"Your Majesty, you're awake?" Hearing the rustling noise, Cang Xixue turned around and walked over gently.
Cang Xixue sat down on the edge of the bed and gently helped Feng Guche, who was suffering from a headache, to sit up.
To avoid arousing the Emperor's suspicion, Cang Xixue looked concerned and her movements were noble yet tender. "Your Majesty, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? Perhaps we should summon the imperial physician to examine you?"
Before she could finish speaking, Feng Guche waved his hand and rejected her suggestion.
Seeing this, Cang Xixue's gentle eyes remained calm, revealing no clue. She then said, "Or, you could summon Princess Weiyang to examine you. After all, Princess Weiyang now has a reputation as a divine physician, and she was the one who treated the Empress Dowager's illness."
"No need, I just didn't sleep well, it's not worth making a big fuss about." Feng Guche coughed twice.
For some reason, lately, unless it's for those unavoidable government affairs that require his presence, he doesn't want to see anyone. Seeing anyone makes him feel annoyed. Only with Cang Xixue can he find peace of mind.
At this time, Feng Guche did not realize that in addition to being exceptionally dependent on Cang Xixue in spirit and emotion, his physical health was also gradually deteriorating, almost declining day by day.
Upon hearing Feng Guche's words, Cang Xixue lowered her eyes and smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes; instead, a cold light flashed in them.
Cang Xixue's words just now seemed to be a test of Feng Guche. Feng Guche's reluctance to seek medical treatment and his refusal of Mu Chenshuang's diagnosis also made her very satisfied.
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