After a day filled with horror, night descended, wailing mournfully, with an unwavering dedication to witness Zhao Ming's eyes open again and hear his voice. Xuan Cheng spared no effort, leaving no stone unturned. In the darkness, birds slept soundly, and the entire palace was engulfed in an eerie silence.
Meanwhile, the sound of grinding and whispers of instruction resonated in the inner chamber of Xuan Cheng's courtyard. She still performing her treatment to Zhao Ming's wounds, it had not bled too much yet Zhao Ming was lacking energy, she guessed that the poison was consuming his internal energy. Eunuch Jiu and Huan remained in her service, patiently following her instruction.
