"Are you awake, Princess?"
The soft whisper beside her ears made her muddleheaded brain cleared up slightly. She opened her eyes and found an unfamiliar ceiling above her. It was a very traditional ceiling with dragon patterns, filled with multiple bright colors like red, yellow and green, interwoving with clouds as if riding the sky toward Heaven.
She turned her gaze and found Ma Meiying's worried gaze.
"Sister Meiying…" Her voice was weak and raspy. As she tried to get up, she found that her dirty robes had been changed and the scent of blood had dispersed, leaving only a tinge of medicinal herbs in the air. "What happened? I—I was in panic because suddenly—" Ouyang Xueqing held her forehead, her face pitifully pale.
Ma Meiying grasped her hand gently and comforted. "It's okay. Don't be scared. I should congratulate you instead."
She lifted her head in daze. "Congratulate…?"
