"How long have I been unconscious?" Ling Han asked.
"10 days." The Empress sat by his bedside, and gazed at him tenderly.
With such a sweet-smelling beauty right in front of him, Ling Han couldn't help but feel his heart throb. Bringing the empress into his arms, he pressed a kiss on her red lips, and said, "I've made you worry."
The empress smiled gently, and said, "I did not worry. I knew that you would be fine."
Ling Han felt rueful. The empress's gentleness was different from that of others. Her concern for him was also filled with a strong confidence in him.
This room was the empress's, and it was her who had been taking care of him these few days.
Ling Han and the empress were lovey-dovey for a while, but fearing that they would go too far, he could only reluctantly call a halt. He got off the bed, and picked up the jade scroll on the table to familiarize himself with the situation in the Martial Arts Academy.
