Yu Linglong rested for a long time and finally caught her breath with great difficulty.
Her body finally felt less uncomfortable; the effects of the poison that wretched Xiaoyao fed her had at last worn off.
Before, even turning over in bed would cause her excruciating pain if she touched a wound even by accident.
That drug was incredibly potent, amplifying one's sense of pain more than tenfold!
Otherwise, how could such a minor injury on her chest cause her such agony?
Having recovered a bit, Yu Linglong couldn't stay in bed any longer. She immediately changed into a new set of clothes and left her room.
She hadn't forgotten that Feng Qihe had gone after that wretched Xiaoyao.
Now, she didn't know the situation.
Yu Linglong went directly to Feng Qihe's courtyard, but Jinghong, who always followed closely by Feng Qihe's side, said, "The Prince hasn't come back yet."
"Not back yet?" Yu Linglong pondered over the time, but it had already been so long.