When Shen Zhiheng opened his eyes, it felt like a gong was beating in his head, which made him gasp in pain.
The top of the carved wooden bed, the brocade curtain, and the scent of incense floated in the air, so sweet that it made you sick. He stared at the top of the tent for a long time, then suddenly jumped up from the bed - the movement was too violent, and his vision went dark again.
"My lord! Are you awake?"
A thin voice came from outside the curtain, with a hint of panic. Immediately afterwards, a little maid in a green shirt poked her head in and saw him sitting. Her eyes lit up and she quickly brought a bowl of dark medicinal soup over: "You are finally awake. You have been sleeping for two days. The imperial doctor said that you are suffering from heart depression and have contracted the cold..."
Shen Zhiheng didn't take the medicine bowl, just stared at his hand.
