She didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps a quarter of an hour, perhaps an hour, perhaps even longer.
Murong Jiu didn't know how long she had persisted.
After being fed ginseng soup, she seemed to gain a bit more strength, and driven by maternal instincts, she exerted herself one last time, something slid out of her body, she felt relief and finally closed her eyes.
It was as if eager voices were calling her from afar; who was it? Who was calling her? It seemed to come from a distant place.
Her eyelids were heavy, she couldn't open her eyes.
She mustn't sleep, she told herself she mustn't sleep.
Someone very important was calling her name.
She needed to open her eyes and see.
She struggled hard to open her eyes, just like when the Second Prince had thrown her into a deep well and she fought desperately, she was not willing to give up.
