The cold wind was blowing with snow, and it was beating against the window lattice of the east garden of the Palace of the God of War.
A dim candle flickered on the medicine stove, reflecting the woman's face as pale as paper.
Mu Yunge was huddled in the corner of the Nuan Pavilion, her thin plain pajamas could not wrap around her thin shoulder bones, but her fingertips were surprisingly steady - she was slowly stirring the medicine pot with a silver spoon, and the tongue of fire licked the bottom of the pottery, making a subtle "crackling" sound.
Suddenly, her throat felt sweet, and she tilted her head sharply. A mouthful of scarlet blood splashed into the concoction, and she wiped it away quietly with the corner of her sleeve, as lightly as if she was just brushing the dust.
A Wu knelt aside, his eyes red: "Miss... You have been taking this 'Mai Suo Powder' for three consecutive years. If you continue to suppress your true energy like this, your heart will be hurt sooner or later!"
