Feng Yun felt like she had plunged into a nightmare.
Just the day before yesterday, she had been discussing Yuan Shangyi's pulse diagnosis with Doctor Yao.
Doctor Yao said that at this time of year, it's warm one moment and cold the next, and it's easy to catch a wind-evoked illness. A few doses of herbal medicine coupled with nourishment until the weather turns mild and everything comes back to life should lead to great improvement.
How could he have just passed away?
If she hadn't stayed to reorganize Changmen and had rushed to Xijing right away, could she have made it in time to see him one last time?
And if she had seen him, would he not have died?
No one could give her an answer.
Xiaoman was still in the outer room and saw a light flickering through the crack of the door.
She hesitated briefly, then walked over quietly and tentatively called out.
"Madam, are you awake?"
Feng Yun hummed in acknowledgment, "Help me change my clothes."
