Only his majestic presence had grown increasingly profound. Even when smiling, he exuded natural authority. Feng Miaojun saw the shadow of the old King of Wei, Xiao Pingzhang, in him.
Those who could stand at the pinnacle of power, how could they be ordinary people?
Xiao Yan pointed to a farmstead not far away: “Please.”
It was a farmstead closest to the Yellow Pine Forest, originally abandoned, but guards had worked day and night under the King of Wei’s instructions to renovate it completely.
Both rulers left their troops behind, bringing only their confidants as they walked there.
Xiao Yan walked alongside her for a short distance, suddenly sighing: “You didn’t invite State Preceptor Yu to come with you?” It had been many years since he’d seen her.
Chen Dachang’s gait and demeanor remained unchanged, but he clenched his fist.
Feng Miaojun glanced at him inconspicuously, smiling as she said: “I thought it would be fairer to the King of Wei if I didn’t bring her. If you truly wanted to see her, you should have told me through the red-headed parrot earlier.”
“The Queen is truly kind-hearted.” Xiao Yan knew that his affection for Yu Huaizhen must have been revealed to the Queen of New Xia by that fence-sitter Yun Ya. If she had invited Yu Huaizhen along this time, it might have disturbed his composure, preventing him from making calm decisions during negotiations.
Feng Miaojun expressed slight surprise: “What I expect is a win-win situation for Wei and Xia. Why would I want you to be at a disadvantage?”
It sounded better than it was. Xiao Yan said with amusement: “If so, perhaps the Queen would like to state her conditions, so I can hear how generous they are?”
“There’s no rush.” The closer Feng Miaojun got to the farmstead, the faster her heart beat. She wished she could stride into the courtyard and push open the door with one step. She secretly berated herself: what a disgrace. “Let me see Yun Ya’s condition first, then we can discuss matters when I come out.”
As they entered the courtyard, Xiao Yan pointed to the house directly opposite: “I’ve moved him there. You can see him as soon as you push open the door.”
Feng Miaojun nodded, and he sat down in the courtyard. Attendants immediately served tea, fruit, and pastries.
Xiao Yan knew that Feng Miaojun possessed great cultivation and was skilled in medicine. This treatment would likely take time and effort, and he was prepared to wait until the end.
Subsequently, both Wei and Xia troops were deployed to this location, with equal forces assigned to guard the farmstead while remaining vigilant against each other, watching warily, not daring to show the slightest negligence.
This place, which had been remote for many years, was suddenly heavily guarded—not even a fly could get in.
The room was new; she could smell the wood. The floor was spotless, and the elm tables, chairs, and cabinets that should have faded with time had been repaired and polished to a shine.
Someone was behind the hanging curtain. Feng Miaojun’s heart leaped with joy, yet at this moment she felt somewhat timid.
She steadied herself before walking over and lifting the gauze curtain.
Yun Ya indeed lay on the bed, covered with a thin blanket, motionless, as if he were part of a still life.
Of course, he was also the most beautiful part.
Even with someone entering, his eyes remained tightly closed. Feng Miaojun instinctively held her breath, quietly approaching, seeing his peaceful face as if deep in slumber.
She couldn’t help but reach out her hand, gently stroking his jade-like cheek. She had seen the sleeping faces of beautiful people many times, but none had ever made her heart ache like this.
Yun Ya’s face was pale, with not a hint of color even on his lips. When their skin touched, his body was as cold as ice, the chill seemingly penetrating through her fingertips to her heart.
This was far too abnormal, as his body temperature had always been hot to the touch.
“Yun Ya?” Feng Miaojun bent down and called softly near his ear.
Only upon touching him did she realize how much she had missed him. Her heart and liver ached with longing, yet she couldn’t show it outwardly.
Fortunately, she had finally seen him. The hundred days and nights of torment had been worth it.
Feng Miaojun placed a soft kiss on his lips.
His lips were cold and showed no response.
She reached her hand under the blanket.
Indeed, it was very cold inside, as if what lay there was not a living being. Feng Miaojun pulled back the blanket, undid his clothing, and examined his entire body. She found that most of his wounds, large and small, had healed. She had heard that the most serious one had once pierced through the right side of his abdomen, and his right leg had suffered extensive burns. Now, only faint traces remained.
Almost half a year had passed since the Battle of Red Demon Mountain, so it was natural that they had healed. But Feng Miaojun knew how incredibly strong his life force was. Though his injuries were severe, under normal circumstances, they should have healed in less than half a month. The fact that traces remained now could only indicate that his vitality had been greatly suppressed.
She took a deep breath and gently pressed her palm against his dantian sea of qi, transmitting pure, gentle spiritual power.
Since they were face to face, there was no need to transmit spiritual power through the turtle seal mark, which also made it convenient for her to observe his internal condition.
Sure enough, as soon as the spiritual power was transmitted, it was absorbed and decomposed completely. Feng Miaojun could even feel the extreme thirst emanating from his dantian, like a traveler who had been without water in the desert for days.
This meant that he had injured his origin during the great battle; otherwise, his self-recovery would not be so slow. For someone like Feng Miaojun, even if all her spiritual power was depleted, she could recover in just half a day.
She attached her divine sense to the spiritual power, examining the meridians throughout his body. She found that the blockages were not severe, but a large amount of spiritual power was being directed to his heart.
His heart?
She placed her head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat so faint that after waiting dozens of breaths, she barely heard one.
This was troublesome. His heart condition had never fully healed; this was Yun Ya’s weakest point. The King of Yan must have known this, and quite possibly had deliberately targeted it in their confrontation.
Feng Miaojun transferred more than half of her spiritual power to him, yet he still showed no improvement. After some thought, she simply took out a transparent glass bottle from her bosom and fed the two drops of liquid inside to Yun Ya.
Just two drops, yet they took effect incredibly fast.
In just a dozen breaths, his complexion began to visibly improve, and a very thin flush even appeared on his cheeks. Having intimate knowledge of his body, Feng Miaojun could sense that it had warmed slightly, no longer like a giant popsicle.
Only then did she let out a gentle sigh of relief? What she had fed to Yun Ya was an extremely precious blood and flesh essence, an ancient black technology that could concentrate the entire life force of a massive whale king into just a few drops. Even a dying person would certainly become radiant with vitality after taking it.
Of course, if an ordinary person used it, the most likely outcome would be that they couldn’t withstand such powerful medicinal effects and would explode to death.
By the present day, both the refining technique and the whale kings themselves had disappeared, so describing this medicine as “priceless” couldn’t even begin to convey its value.
Feng Miaojun waited quietly for quite some time.
Yun Ya’s complexion had indeed improved, and his heartbeat and body temperature had recovered slightly.
But that was all.
She transmitted another thread of spiritual power, detecting that the efficacy of the blood and flesh essence had already dispersed. For his body, this should have been like a drought being relieved by sweet rain, with immediate effects.