The room was deathly silent.
Sikong Qinglin looked dazed, her mind still not fully clear.
She vaguely remembered that she was in a fierce battle with Sikong Zuiyue, but due to extreme exertion and the backlash of the medicine, her body collapsed and she instantly lost consciousness...
By the time she opened her eyes again, the two were already lying on the same bed.
The wide and flat bed made of purple sandalwood was covered with a lotus-colored satin quilt. Curtains woven with moon-white gauze mixed with silver threads hung down, undulating like floating clouds in the breeze.
On the small table beside the bed was a green porcelain incense burner, with smoke curling around the bed, and a refreshing fragrance that was rejuvenating.
Looking at this elegant and noble environment, it was evidently not in the Qilin Pavilion, but rather resembled the bedroom of a noble family's young master!
Could it be that after she fainted, she was taken back to the family by Sikong Zuiyue?
