A master of metaphysics is farming.

Tears welled in her eyes, and the reluctance and sorrow in them deeply touched He Sui'an's heart.

He pulled her into his arms, his fingertips tracing her earlobe as he whispered, "I'm still here."

She nestled against his chest, sobbing, her tears soaking his clothes, yet she couldn't help but cry.

Fate loves to play tricks on people, and the ignorant are often made fools of until they are completely broken.

The place she longed to return to ultimately became the place that rejected her; how could she not be heartbroken?

The person in his arms choked softly, and He Sui'an felt so heartbroken that he wished he could take her pain away from her. All he could do now was offer words of comfort and let her lean on his chest.

After crying for a while, reason prevailed over emotion. She exhaled a breath and calmed herself down. She straightened up and wiped away her tears. When she saw He Sui'an's clothes on her chest, she raised her hand and wiped them as well.

"I'm so sorry, I made your clothes all wet from crying..."

He Sui'an held her hand in his, "It's alright, there are plenty of clothes in the house, feel free to cry."

Xiang He couldn't help but burst into laughter through her tears, "How can anyone make someone cry?"

"Then smile more."

The words were simply unbearable to hear. Xiang He forcefully pulled her hand back and turned away from him. Not far away, Shui Yue, who was floating on the water, glanced at her and then floated over when she saw her beckoning.

"Why is the girl crying...?"

Xiang He raised her hand, "It's nothing, let me take a look."

Clearly unwilling to elaborate, Shuiyue wisely refrained from pressing the matter and placed the palm mirror in her hand, saying, "The sister in the mirror has been asleep, and I cannot wake her."

Xiang He gently rubbed the mirror with her fingertips, and the image of a flower appeared in the mirror, curled up motionless under the tree, its clothes clean, showing no trace of the blood that day.

After watching for a while, Xiang He bit his middle finger and drew a talisman on the mirror: "...The mind should be calm, gaze at me alone, cultivate the spirit and sink the breath, the magic arises with the incantation, hurry as the law commands."

Withdrawing his hand, He Sui'an pinched her middle finger, watching the blood seep into the mirror, while the mirror flower in the mirror began to emit starlight, as if a layer of mist enveloped her.

Her body began to radiate light, blending into the clouds and mist.

Shuiyue looked on in surprise, "What's going on...?"

"Gather some spiritual energy from heaven and earth for her so that Wu Lu could recover. The spiritual energy in the capital is not enough to nourish her, so she has not been able to recover."

Xiang He's breathing was a little rapid. She closed her eyes slightly and calmed herself down. "Go back to the mirror. I'll bring the palm mirror with me and meditate at night. You can listen to what I say."

"it is good!"

Shuiyue obediently darted back into the mirror, and the pool returned to calm, but the ripples were still moving.

The two sat admiring the flowers. The only sound in the courtyard was Xing Ji fiddling with the tables and chairs. They listened with their eyes closed, finding it very pleasant.

She needs to rest now and avoid thinking about sad things to prevent upsetting herself.

But there are always people who don't do what she wants. Someone knocked on the door, startling her so much that she opened her eyes and turned her head to look.

"The people knocking on the door now aren't acquaintances..."

Everyone knows she needs to rest, so why would they bother her?

Zhu Nan went to open the door, and when she saw who it was, her eyes showed worry. "Please come in."

An old eunuch followed Zhu Nan alone. When he saw Xiang He sitting there, his wrinkled white face broke into a big smile. "Oh my, the young lady has finally woken up. His Majesty has been looking forward to your visit to the palace!"

He Suian helped Xiang He up, but she suddenly lost her balance and "fell" into He Suian's arms. She leaned weakly on He Suian and apologized with a pale face.

"I am truly sorry, but I am not fully recovered yet..."

The eunuch quickly stepped forward to help her sit down. "Miss, you really should take good care of your health, but... that person in the palace..."

The meaning is quite clear: Xiang He must enter the palace today.

Before Xiang He could respond, the eunuch turned to the young eunuch behind him and knelt down in front of Xiang He with a jade plate in his hand. “Miss, this is a winter swallow soup bestowed by the Emperor.”

On the jade plate was a bowl of delicate soup. Xiang He looked down at it for a while, then her left hand moved, and she reached out to press it down before picking up the soup and drinking it.

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I dare not disobey Your Majesty's summons."

She wanted to appear even more sickly, but it was obvious that there were palace guards watching outside the He residence. It seemed that the news had already reached the palace when she woke up yesterday, and the emperor had been anxiously waiting all night.

"Your Excellency, may I accompany you to the palace?"

The father-in-law nodded repeatedly, "That's good, the young lady needs an adult to look after her."

He Suian helped Xiang He up, and Xiang He picked up the large umbrella. Whether it was the warmth of the soup or the effects of the winter swallow soup, Xiang He walked faster.

But she still had to pretend to walk weakly, and she really didn't want to move. She stopped abruptly and looked at He Suian beside her.

"carried me."

He Suian was clearly stunned for a moment, but only for a moment. He immediately bowed in front of her, and Xiang He looked at his back and reached out to get closer.

"I don't feel strong, so I'll eat less. When I get back, I'll ask Xinyue to make me some pearl duck."

The voice was right next to his ear, and the hot breath exhaled as it spoke made his ear tips burn. "As long as you like to eat it, they will feed you."

"Hehe, I'm a patient now."

As the two chatted, the father-in-law occasionally glanced at Xiang He's face. Her lips were pale, indicating that she was in very poor health. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It's no wonder the Emperor was anxious. Those two in the prison had really frightened him. He hadn't been able to sleep for more than ten nights, fearing what Wulu might be doing in the prison. Fortunately, the abbot of Cixi Temple had made arrangements.

He Sui'an carried Xiang He out of the gate, and after walking out of Zhaoxiang, they saw the palace carriage. The two got into the carriage, and the eunuch walked to the side and called out. The coachman cracked the long whip, and the carriage slowly started to move.

As the carriage traveled through the streets, many people whispered among themselves, speculating about the identity of the person inside.

After all, the carriage was decorated with a flag symbolizing royalty, making it quite a grand affair.

The carriage made its way to the palace gate, where the guards immediately pushed aside the horses, and the carriage entered the palace in this manner.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting when Xiang He woke up briefly. Suddenly, she felt the carriage stop, yawned, and stretched. "Have we arrived?"

"Ah."

He Sui'an got off the carriage, and Xiang He followed, still being helped by him, as they walked step by step up the long stone steps.

The eunuch led the way until they arrived at the palace gate. "Your Majesty, Lord He and Miss Xiang have arrived."

A moment later, a young eunuch came to open the door. The two of them lowered their heads and went in. Just as they were about to kneel down, a man walked up to them, looking unsteady. "Miss, you are still weak. There is no need for you to kneel."

The voice was very young. He Sui'an helped Xiang He straighten up. She looked up and saw that the emperor in front of her was only fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe with outstanding style.

Qin Honglin's face was gaunt, indicating that he had been worried for many days and was finally able to wait for Xiang He to come.

"Come and sit down, come and sit down."

Xiang He turned her head to look at He Suian, who nodded slightly and helped her to sit down.

Qin Honglin immediately stretched out his hand, "Quickly take a look at me. I've been feeling unwell all over these past few days. Minister He said that you know medicine, could you please take a look at me?"

He spoke so urgently; how afraid of death must he be...?

Xiang He smiled gently. "Your Majesty, please rest assured." She pressed her fingers against his pulse. "His pulse is deep and short, weak yet strong. It seems Your Majesty has been quite stressed lately. Do you feel any pain in your chest or ribs?"

Qin Honglin nodded hurriedly, pressing his left hand lightly against his chest. "It hurts a little, is it a serious illness? Or is it nothing to worry about..."

Xiang He withdrew his hand. "It has nothing to do with Wu Lu. It's because His Majesty is overly nervous, which has led to his depressed mood. He can try deep breathing and meditation to relieve his emotions."

"That's all? No need for a prescription?"

Seeing how terrified he was, Xiang He could only suggest some mild tonics, saying it was just an emotional issue and he didn't need any medicine once he calmed down.

I mentioned a few common remedies for warming and nourishing the body, and my father-in-law diligently took notes.

Qin Honglin felt a great weight lifted from his heart. Then, remembering Wulu in the Heavenly Prison, he frowned slightly. "Miss, would you mind making a trip to the Heavenly Prison?"

"Let's go now."