After multiple rounds of intimacy, Ning Ywan was already exhausted and sleepy, but Yan Zhao seemed to grow more energetic with each bout.
It was not until the blazing sun was high at noon that he finally ran out of steam and fell asleep.
Ning Ywan opened her eyes at this moment. Her slender jade fingers gently pressed on Yan Zhao's chest.
"Ouch!"
She seemed to be in great pain. Her face turned almost ashen, cold sweat quietly broke out, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Yan Zhao didn't open his eyes, but his hand instinctively pulled her into his arms. His chin gently rubbed against her forehead as he murmured unconsciously, "Wanwan, go back to sleep."
Ning Ywan scrutinized his features carefully. Seeing that he was unaware, she continued what she was doing.
It turned out that she quietly transformed her hand into a dragon's claw and tore off a scale from her chest.
Just touching Yan Zhao was because she was extremely afraid of the pain of tearing off the dragon scale and tried to draw a bit of strength from him.
The scale glistened with golden light and was stained with fresh dragon's blood.
Ning Ywan closed her eyes and endured it silently without making another sound.
If she hadn't seen Qing Yu, she wouldn't have remembered that the heart - protecting scale could briefly save a person's life.
However, it took five hundred years for a heart - protecting scale to grow.
She only had two in total.
One was given to Qing Yu, and the remaining one was now taken off for Yan Zhao.
Although Qing Yu had returned the golden scale to her, Ning Ywan didn't intend to give it to Yan Zhao.
Even though she couldn't remember why she had given the heart - protecting scale to Qing Yu a thousand years ago, once something was given away, it no longer belonged to her.
It was a token between Qing Yu and Yuwan.
She bit her lip, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed the heart - protecting scale on Yan Zhao's chest.
She pressed her ear against his chest, carefully feeling his heartbeat return to normal. Only then did a faint smile spread across her lips.
The next moment, she immediately wiped the smile off and whispered in annoyance!
She shouldn't have coveted the original body's soul back then. Now, she had suffered a complete loss!
In her heart, the transparent soul seemed to respond to her annoyance, pulsating listlessly.
Ning Ywan was too lazy to console it. With a soft sigh, she finally fell into a deep slumber.
The sunlight slowly crept in, shining brightly on the outer room's floor and bringing warmth.
Yan Zhao had some self - awareness. After waking up, he went to find Doctor Yan.
This morning, he had indeed been completely unrestrained. Maybe his worries had turned into strength, or perhaps it was because he hadn't shared a bed with Wanwan for a long time.
Doctor Yan had seen all kinds of situations. Seeing Yan Zhao's satisfied expression, he knew that the latter hadn't taken his medical advice to heart.
He was about to blow his beard and glare in anger, but unexpectedly, Yan Zhao casually raised his hand, and A Si behind him presented a fresh century - old Chinese angelica.
Doctor Yan loved herbs. Chinese angelica wasn't a valuable herb, but a century - old and fresh one that could be planted was extremely rare.
He closed his wide - open mouth, coughed lightly, and said, "Stretch out your hand. I'll reluctantly take a look at your condition."
After feeling Yan Zhao's pulse, he frowned tightly and carefully examined Yan Zhao's complexion.
"Hiss!"
Doctor Yan smacked his lips, withdrew his hand, shook his head, and then reached out again to feel the pulse.
Yan Zhao was used to his illness, but A San couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Yan, what's wrong with the Young Master's body? Please tell us!"
There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes. Coupled with the sword he always carried, he looked quite intimidating.
But who was Doctor Yan? Even Yan Zhao had to be polite to him. He scowled and scolded, "What's the hurry! If you can do it, you come!"
Yan Zhao gave A San a cold look, and A San immediately calmed down and shut up.
Doctor Yan stroked his beard, still frowning. "Have you secretly invited a new doctor behind my back?"
Yan Zhao was waiting for him to talk about his illness, but he asked such an off - topic question.
"No."
"Then why has your illness been controlled overnight, and you're even a bit better than before?"
Yan Zhao raised his eyebrows. "I don't know."
"Really don't know? I don't mind if you find another doctor."
Doctor Yan suppressed his anger and said with a smile, "Young Master, if you've found a new doctor, could you please introduce him to me? I'd like to worship him as my teacher!"
This illness of Yan Zhao's couldn't be cured even in thirty years, let alone three. At most, his life could be saved, but the illness couldn't be cured.
But the "new doctor" had easily controlled Yan Zhao's illness and improved his condition within just one month.
This was truly a divine doctor!
But Yan Zhao shattered his fantasy. "There's no new doctor."
"No?"
Doctor Yan was skeptical. "Did your broken body get help from a god and come back to life? I don't believe it!"
He glared and folded his hands behind his back. "I think you're just stingy and don't want to tell me!"
"Maybe it was really help from a god."
Yan Zhao replied enigmatically. Then he lowered his eyes. That "god" was even fated to be his wife.
While good things were gradually happening in the Young Master's Mansion, in the palace, people were suspecting each other because of the aftermath of yesterday's banquet.
Emperor Chu had stayed with Consort Song last night, appearing happy on the surface.
But after the morning court today, he specifically came to the palace of Queen Chu.
Queen Chu knew that he was actually bothered.
He had endured for a whole night, but finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Your Majesty."
She led a group of palace servants to kneel, but Emperor Chu didn't tell them to rise. Instead, he walked straight into the hall.
Queen Chu slowly got up. After staying up all night, she was a bit weak and swayed a few times.
"Your Highness."
Qiaohui behind her carefully supported her in time, with a hint of worry in her eyes.
Queen Chu gently patted her hand and then entered the hall alone.
As soon as she entered the door, something was suddenly thrown at her forcefully.
Queen Chu felt a sharp pain in her forehead, and it seemed that something wet was flowing down.
She endured the pain and reached out to touch it. Sure enough, the bright red blood was extremely eye - catching.
"Why wasn't it the Young Mistress of the De Mansion?"
Emperor Chu had still called her "beloved wife" in the early morning yesterday, but now he didn't care about her injury at all. His chest heaved with anger as he vented on his own.
The royal family had always been heartless.
"I don't know, Your Majesty."
Queen Chu carefully wiped the blood on her forehead with a handkerchief. The originally snow - white handkerchief was instantly stained with a large bright red flower.
Wang Fuhai had carried out Emperor Chu's order, but after the failure, Emperor Chu blamed her.
Queen Chu felt desolate in her heart, and the wound on her forehead started to throb painfully.
Replacing a charming woman with a young girl was really a loss!
Although Emperor Chu had stayed with Song Yiran, he had ordered her to put out the candles all night and regarded her as "Ning Ywan" in his heart.
Fortunately, Song Yiran was good in bed, so he was slightly satisfied.
"Where's that stupid Wang Fuhai?"
Seeing Queen Chu lowering her eyes and remaining silent, Emperor Chu reluctantly suppressed his anger.
Queen Chu had been with him for many years and had secretly helped him "choose concubines". Even if she had no merit, she at least had put in some effort.
But as the emperor, he naturally wouldn't lower his head. He simply changed the topic.
"Prince Heyao has already ordered him to be taken to the Punishment Department."
It had happened this morning.
Chu Heyao clearly had a grudge. He had ordered the people in the Punishment Department to torture Wang Fuhai severely.
It was unknown whether Wang Fuhai would be able to hold back and not reveal anything.
Emperor Chu's fingers tapped on the table. His expression was unpleasant. "Chop him into minced meat and feed it to the mad dogs in the Cold Palace!"
He casually sentenced the grand eunuch who had served him for decades with just one sentence.