Duke Shenxiu's residence, The bamboo pavilion.
The change was complete by the time, Xiang Ziwei woke, everything was fuzzy and his head hurt. Nie Shaoqing held his temple and blinked repeatedly, his gaze cleared gradually.
He hissed as he tried to seat up, his muscles felt sore. Minutes later he had successfully sat up, he silently took in his surroundings.
His clothes were damp with sweat and his hair felt itchy. Nie Shaoqing had no idea how long the original owner of the body had been sick but judging from the stuffy room, multiple layers of clothes and sore muscles.
He had been bedridden at some point. He rubbed his neck as his throat was dry as he looked around the room
"I need to get out of this stuffy room", he muttered.
The transparent bed curtains were still down, he separated the bed curtains and looked out. Although all the windows were shut, the bright daylight slipped through the gaps in the window a door.
