Chen Xing personally fed the wife hot porridge made from treasure fish, then assisted her back to the bedroom, lighting a calming sandalwood incense inside.
The crane's beak exhaled winding smoke, which lingered, forming a floating white cloud, gently inhaled through the nose and mouth, gradually stabilizing chaotic thoughts.
"Master..."
Tears filled the lady's eyes, and Chen Xing's face was full of tenderness, his broad palm covering her lower abdomen, slowly transferring Qi blood, like a warm flow filling her limbs and bones.
This act greatly consumed his vitality, but he did it anyway.
"Zhao'Er's destiny carried this disaster, madam, please take it lightly. I initially thought, sending him to Celestial Water Prefecture and having him work under the Silver Hammer Grand Protector would secure a promising future.
