Soon the sun rises and made itself known, Zhihui slowly sits up. The blanket that was covering her fell to her lap, she looks around. A smile grows on her face as she was finally home and in her room.
Her soft and familiar bed beneath her, her single bedroom apartment as Mors calls it, perfect for herself-Where is Mors? This is what Zhihui thought to herself as she went to the left side of her bed. Laying on the floor, with a pillow and an orange color blanket, is a sleeping Mors.
Her apartment is not big enough for them, as such some sacrifices must be made, and she was not going to sleep on the floor in her own apartment. Mors understood how she felt so he happily went to sleep on the floor with the blanket and pillow she gave him.
But now it was time to wake up and get some breakfast from the dining room. She pokes Mor's nose with her index finger, soon infusing it with QI. As she gathers her body heat at her fingertip and transfers it to Mor's nose. The change in temperature sends a shock to Mor's brain as he wakes up.
His brown eyes look at the light clothes Zhihui as he slowly narrows his eyes. Speaking in a deeper voice as he just woke up.
"Really? Is this how you wake people up?"
"I was not going to spend my time trying to wake you up with other methods"
"What a lovely wife I have"
"Hey, I am not the one who proposes"
Mors sighs as he sits up, the blanket falling onto his lap. He stretches his stiff body and gives out a big yawn, looking at Zhihui once again.
"Good morning Zhihui"
"Good morning, Mors, how was your sleep?"
"Ah, was alright"
"You got to be the first person to say that had an alright sleep on the floor"
"Well, when you work for the military, you don't become picky about your sleeping situation"
Zhihui, who knows sits at the edge of the bed looks at Mors with a surprised look on her face. She did not expect Mors to have worked in the military in his past life. She was slowly learning more things about him with each passing day.
"Did you become a cripple while working in the military?"
"Yes, I got hit by shrapnel and got paralyzed from the waist down"
"Oh..I am sorry to hear about that Mors"
Mors waves his hand at her as he smiles softly, he has already overcome the news of being handicapped and not being able to use his legs anymore. There was no need to give him sympathy or to apologize, not like that will change the hard truth.
"Hey there is no need to apologize, my legs work more than fine now. Honestly, I think a lot of things change with me after getting this second change"
Mors said as he looks at his own hand, ever since he has gotten this second chance at life. His PTSD episodes have not been triggered, maybe it's because he is a cultivator with a stronger mind and soul. Maybe his mind after the first death left behind all his trauma, well, not all of it.
Zhihui nods her head as gets out of her bed, her bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. She looks at the sitting Mors as she smiles a bit.
"Come on and get ready, we have to get breakfast. We have another day of exploring ahead of us"
"Shit, I forgot about that!"
We hurry steps and fast movements; the couple gets ready. As they dress themself up after taking care of their personal hygiene. They walk out and made their way down to the first floor, greeting the old grams, and walking out of the building with their destination being the common dining room.
As they get closer to the dining room, more and more people come into view. Some people are leaving after eating, and some enter with their families or in groups. Servants were waiting outside of the building, waiting for their masters or mistresses.
In the crowd of servants, two familiar faces emerge. As they made their way toward the couple, a middle-aged guard, and a tomboyish maid. Fen and Huan, as the two of them, bow down to Zhihui and Mors. Greeting them, even though they don't want to bow down to Mors, doing so will harm her lady's reputation and authority.
Not like she had that much within the clan and sect, but her lady is already fighting for her rightful place as the clan and sect heir. As such needs as much authority and reputation as she can.
"Good morning Huan and Fen, I hope you guys did not wait too much"
"Of course, not my lady"
The two servants said, already knowing the sleeping schedule of their lady after years of service. Zhihui smiles as she started to lead the way into the dining room. As Huan opens the door, the party is greeted with a large all-you-can-eat buffet. The sound of people talking and the smell of luxurious food.
But among the excess of stimulus, eyes full of curiosity land on Zhihui and her party. All curious about the rumors of her getting her talents back and of her marriage. But among the gazes of these people, some were hostile and full of malice.