He placed the pads of his two fingers against her wrist and felt for her pulse.
Unlike the newborn, the Princess Consort's pulse has become regular.
He was now sure that the treatment was effective.
If not for what Mistress Luna did, he would have to announce the Princess Consort's death.
Moments later, Song Yimu's brows furrowed and her finger twitched.
Her back ached as if horses had been stepping on it nonstop.
Her eyelids feel heavy but she still tried to open her eyes.
To her surprise, the first person she saw was the Imperial Physician Fu Ning.
She gasped. Her throat felt parched.
"Wa-ter.." She mouthed.
"Girl–bring her some warm water." Fu Ning told Teng Bi.
The latter was looking at the newborn when the physician called out to her.
She turned to him.
Her jaw fell open as soon as she saw Song Yimu who had already opened her eyes.
"Your Highness!" She gasped.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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