The medicine worked quickly.
After about half an incense stick's time, the man lying beneath the bright yellow silk quilt opened his eyes.
Li Yuzong threw himself to the floor before the Dragon Bed, his face mournful and his eyes filled with tears. "Holy Emperor, you're finally awake! This old servant has been waiting so anxiously..."
Emperor Wu Su shot the noisy old servant a sharp glare.
Duan Mingfeng quickly pulled Li Yuzong away.
Emperor Wu Su sat up, opened his palms, and tried to circulate his body's Inner Strength. It was depleted, but not stagnant.
The movement pulled at the wound on his chest. His gaze fell to his left breast, his brow furrowing slightly.
But it wasn't because of the pain. It was because the bandage on his chest had been tied into a delicate concentric knot. The bitter scent of herbs from beneath the white cloth was strong; he had no idea what kind of medicine had been applied.
