The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang examined it carefully, nodded, picked up the jade glass and put it into the water. The jade glass melted in the water, and when it fell to the bottom of the bowl, it had already dissipated like smoke. However, the brilliant glass color overflowed in the bowl. A bowl of water, seven-colored glass, indescribably beautiful, captivating the soul.
Dongfang Heng picked up the bowl of water and, under Shen Lixue's expectant gaze, quickly drank it all. A peculiar power entered his lungs and internal organs, flowing rapidly through his blood vessels and meridians, finally converging at his heart, slowly and gradually being absorbed.
Wherever the power passed, all discomfort vanished without a trace. A strange feeling filled his heart and rushed straight to his head. Dongfang Heng felt dizzy and his consciousness dissipated instantly. He fell straight to the ground.
"Dongfang Heng!" Shen Lixue hurriedly reached out to support Dongfang Heng, letting him lean against her, and asked anxiously, "Ghost Doctor, what's wrong with him?"
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang stroked his beard gently: "It's alright. Anyone who takes Jade Glaze needs at least twelve hours of rest. He should wake up by this time tomorrow!"
"Thank you, Ghost Doctor!" Shen Lixue helped Dongfang Heng lie down on the bed and carefully covered him with a blanket.
As night deepened, the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang couldn't help but yawn. He solemnly instructed, "I'm going back to rest now. Princess Li Xue, please remember to let him wake up naturally so that the medicine can take full effect. If you forcibly wake him up before the effects of the medicine have completely dissipated, he will suffer from chronic illness."
"I know!" Shen Lixue nodded, watching the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang leave Fengsong Courtyard. She gently sat down by the bed, looking at Dongfang Heng's handsome face, which was pale but had a hint of rosy cheeks. She tightly grasped his jade-like fingers with her small hand, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. When he woke up, his illness would be cured, and they could be together and never be separated again.
Meanwhile, the floor of Dongfang Han's inner room was a mess, with shards of vases and cups scattered everywhere, indicating that someone had just lost their temper.
The maids were all dismissed, and the imperial physicians were also sent away.
Dongfang Yi sat alone by Dongfang Han's bedside, looking at his son who was wrapped up like a dumpling, lying lifeless on the bed, his breath growing weaker and weaker. Tears streamed down his face as he cried out, "Han'er, wake up, wake up!"
Dongfang Han's eyes were tightly closed; he remained motionless and showed no reaction whatsoever.
"Han'er!" Dongfang Yi wiped away his tears. His only son was about to die. He had worked so hard all these years, fighting and striving, and finally achieved what he had today, but now his lineage was about to end. Why was Heaven treating him like this?
A long sword hung silently by the bedside, its movement as the bed curtains swayed gently, as if silently beckoning him.
Dongfang Yi's gaze sharpened, and he drew his longsword, intending to commit suicide. With his son gone, what was the point of his life?
In the darkness, a pebble was thrown, knocking Dongfang Yi's longsword away with a clang.
"Who goes there?" Dongfang Yi was startled and quickly looked around, but it was quiet all around and there was not a single person in sight.
"The enemy who killed your son is still alive and well. Instead of avenging him, you want to commit suicide. You have no backbone!" A cold male voice rang out from the darkness, filled with disdain and mockery.
"I can't beat Dongfang Heng!" Dongfang Yi sighed heavily. He was twenty years older than Dongfang Heng, but for more than ten years, he had never beaten Dongfang Heng even once. Twenty years had been wasted.
The man scoffed disdainfully: "Dongfang Heng is the Azure Flame War God, a master strategist. In a head-on confrontation, of course you can't defeat him!"
Dongfang Yi's gaze sharpened: "You mean, you want me to do it in the dark?" It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. However, his son had been plotting against Dongfang Heng in the dark, but in the end, he was still severely injured by Dongfang Heng and his life hung by a thread.
"Your talent is mediocre. Whether openly or secretly, you are no match for Dongfang Heng. I can help you defeat Dongfang Heng, provided that you submit to me and obey my commands!" The person in the darkness spoke with a cold and arrogant tone.
"This..." Dongfang Yi's eyes flickered, somewhat hesitant. He didn't know who the person in the shadows was, or what they wanted him to do. He feared that rashly agreeing to their conditions might be unwise...
"If you're not even afraid of death, what else is there to worry about? Dongfang Heng found a reason to cripple your son today, and he might find a reason to kill you tomorrow!"
The man's casual tone struck a nerve with Dongfang Yi. He gritted his teeth and hardened his heart: "Fine, I agree to be loyal to you. What do you want me to do?"
For over thirty years, he had suffered enough in the Holy King's Plan and no longer wanted to be oppressed. He was determined to rise up and resist; his fate rested on this one battle.
"Heh heh!" A satisfied laugh echoed from the darkness, low and mysterious, sending chills down the spines of those who heard it: "This matter is difficult in some ways, and simple in others; it all depends on how you handle it..."
The next morning, warm sunlight streamed into the room through the lattice window, creating a cozy and tranquil atmosphere. The luminous pearl on the wall still emitted a warm glow, and the incense burner on the round table emitted a faint scent of pine resin.
The handsome man lying on the carved bed trembled slightly with his eyelashes, slowly opened his eyes, and secretly circulated his internal energy. His blood and qi flowed smoothly, and the stabbing pain in his heart was gone. Looking at the familiar curtains, the familiar bed, and the familiar tables and chairs, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
Three years have passed, and his health, which he had lost for three years, has returned. He has survived a disaster. It's wonderful!
Shen Lixue was fast asleep, lying on the edge of the bed. Her face was a little pale, with a hint of worry in it. Her long eyelashes were slightly upturned, and her peaceful and serene sleeping face was so delicate that one couldn't bear to defile it. Her small hand was tightly holding his large hand, and her sleeves were piled up high, revealing her snow-white jade arm, where a dark red cinnabar dot stood out.
Dongfang Heng sat up gently, quietly withdrew his hand, and lightly stroked Shen Lixue's snow-white face. She had stayed by his side all night.
Carefully, he slipped his arm under Shen Lixue's neck and gently lifted her up.
Shen Lixue's eyelashes trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes. Looking at Dongfang Heng's face so close to hers, she was startled, and then asked anxiously, "Dongfang Heng, you're awake. Are you fully healed?"
Dongfang Heng nodded: "I'm completely cured, and I'll never have another attack!"
"That's wonderful!" Shen Lixue paused, a blush rising to her cheeks. "We can be together forever!"
“We can have many more children!” Dongfang Heng gazed at Shen Lixue, a hint of mockery flashing in his sharp eyes. He pressed his thin lips heavily against her cherry lips, first with gentle, lingering kisses, then gradually deepening them, igniting a passion as intense as a storm.
"Dongfang Heng...it's daytime now..." Shen Lixue, breathless from the kiss, glared at him and complained.
“No one dares to trespass here!” Dongfang Heng pressed Shen Lixue down on the bed, kissing her lightly, and reached out to untie her clothes. His illness had been cured, and they could continue what they hadn’t finished last night.
Chen Lixue was almost overwhelmed by Dongfang Heng's passion. Her eyes were glazed over, and her soft breathing quickly turned into rapid panting.
The temperature inside the room rose instantly, filling the room with the colors of spring, as if intoxicating a pool of spring water.
"Princess Lixue!" A familiar, aged voice rang out from outside, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.
Shen Lixue suddenly woke up, pushed Dongfang Heng away, her beautiful face flushed red: "The Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang has arrived!"
"He came at the worst possible time!" Dongfang Heng frowned deeply, his sharp eyes flashing with displeasure. He reluctantly straightened up and slowly picked up the clothes beside him and put them on.
Shen Lixue rolled out of bed, quickly straightened her clothes, and checked herself in the mirror. Finding nothing amiss, she said, "Ghost Doctor, come in!"
As soon as he entered, the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang saw Dongfang Heng and his eyes lit up: "Prince An is awake!"
Dongfang Heng nodded, letting the Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang come over and carefully take his pulse.
"Excellent, excellent! He has fully recovered. The Prince is a blessed man!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang stroked his beard and kept praising him.
"It is the Ghost Doctor's medical skills that are superb!" Dongfang Heng smiled, his gaze darkening. "Ghost Doctor, I have a request."
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang raised an eyebrow: "Your Highness, please speak freely!"