When the royal decree arrived at the Pei Residence, Pei Jue had just taken a bowl of medicinal soup and was lying flat on the bed.
He had narrowly escaped the Hall of Yama, but the rash and welts on his skin had not subsided. His complexion was pale, his lips cyanotic, and beads of cold sweat continuously streamed down his face.
Through the layers of clothing, Feng Yun could still perceive his rapid heartbeat and his immense effort to maintain control.
She lowered her gaze to him.
"How is Your Highness feeling?"
Pei Jue responded with a faint hum, without saying a word.
Feng Yun said, "The royal decree from the palace is likely trying to probe if you are truly in good health..."
Pei Jue raised his eyes and furrowed his brow.
Feng Yun noted his expression and said, "The eunuch delivering the decree is outside. You should rest, and I'll go handle it."
