Feng Yun returned to Huaxi, and before that, she visited Yuan Shangyi in the palace for one last time.
It was her farewell.
Today the sky was clear, and as the carriage arrived from outside, the weather was gentle and the sun was bright. Upon entering the Emperor's bedchamber, however, an inexplicable chill pervaded the air.
The scent of medicine filled the space, windows were tightly shut, and the curtains were drawn tight.
That large dragon bed almost engulfed the tiny body of Ayuan.
Feng Yun looked around and said, "Open the south window to let in some air."
Dong Bai replied, "The Imperial Physician said, 'With the spring cold still sharp, the chill can easily seep in, so be careful of catching something from outside.'
Feng Yun looked at Yuan Shangyi and softly said, "At the beginning of spring, when all things awaken, Ayuan should also be allowed to adjust his spirits."
What spirits could the Young Emperor possibly have left, Dong Bai thought to himself.
