Pei Yucheng received an injection, took medicine, and even had an IV drip.
Lin Yan discovered something magical. Although it was scary to see the needle, she hadn't felt anything whatsoever. She couldn't feel the pain at all and she realized that being possessed had its merits at last.
As Lin Yan watched the IV drip, a pang of sorrow and melancholy struck her. It was Valentine's Day and she was tormented by an old injury. The pain was so piercing that… she might have to spend the entire day at the hospital…
She had no idea why, but Pei Yucheng's face flitted across her mind…
A second later, a voice emerged from the depths of her body…
"You're thinking of him."
Lin Yan jerked as though an electric current had shocked her. "F*ck! You're here again! The emperor met his tragic demise during a venture in the old state. Chaos and desperation swept the city and internal strife attacked the palace. Loyal guards sacrificed themselves…"
