The light curtains are flying in the wing room, and the triangular copper beast incense burner emits green smoke, which is quiet and peaceful.
The maid Yao Xiang wetted the brocade handkerchief in the copper basin, wrung it out gently, and carefully wiped the face of the woman lying on the pear wood couch.
The woman's face was bright and beautiful, but at this moment her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were completely bloodless, and she looked pale.
His eyes fell on her left cheek, where there was a red mark scratched by a rock. Although the skin was not broken and bleeding, it was quite shocking to look at.
Yao Xiang's eyes were filled with worry, and she kept praying in her heart: Miss, you must be fine! Wake up quickly!
I was just going to Pingshan to enjoy flowers with the second lady, but why did I suddenly fall down the cliff?
Just roll down, but why is the second young lady Yu Chutian okay, but the young lady has been in coma for three days and still hasn't woken up?
There must be something weird about this matter. She didn't believe the second young lady's words, saying that the young lady slipped and fell into the cliff.
When the eldest lady wakes up, she must ask carefully...
"Miss, wake up quickly. If something happens to you, how can Yao Xiang be worthy of his deceased wife?"
A large swath of water fell on the back of the sleeping woman's hand, like falling snow melting, bringing a chill.
Yu Weiyin's whole body ached, like being bitten by insects or ants, or like being run over by a carriage or horse, but there was a huge heat in her chest, as if it was going to burn her to ashes.
Unable to withstand the heat, she struggled hard, and with a slight movement of her green-white fingers, she heard the sound of someone crying with joy.
"Miss! Miss! Are you awake?"
Her eyelids were as heavy as iron, and the darkness made her feel frightened, but the familiar call gave her encouragement.
Yu Weiyin exerted force again, opened his eyes a crack, and tore apart the dark curtain of day and night, revealing a large area of warm light.
She subconsciously squinted her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, but she could clearly see her surroundings.
The plain green bed curtain is embroidered with large flowers of graceful orchids, and the curtain dances in the wind, like ripples on green waves.
As the breeze blew by, Yu Weiyin felt that the stuffy heat in his chest had subsided a lot, and he stared blankly at the orchids on the tent and the lotus-colored sachets hanging on both sides.
This is the boudoir where she lived before she left the court.
She still squinted her eyes and her thoughts were spinning rapidly. Where was she? Could it be that she had entered the eighteenth level of hell?
But, how could hell provide her with a boudoir that was exactly the same as the one she lived in during her lifetime?
She was still thinking when a crisp voice interrupted her. Yao Xiang held her hand tightly and cried.
"Miss, you finally woke up! Yao Xiang is almost dying of anxiety! Yao Xiang will tell the master right now..."
Yu Weiyin glanced at the delicate maid, astonishing thoughts flashed through his mind, but he restrained his emotions.
Grabbing Yao Xiang's hand, the warm touch was real. She suddenly asked: "What year is it now?"
Yao Xiang's originally happy face turned gloomy because of her question, and he looked at her with a frown.
"Miss, it's Dachen's fifteenth year now! Don't you remember? Could it be...did you fall on your head?"
She anxiously leaned forward to check, and Yu Weiyin stroked her hands gently, "Yao Xiang, I'm fine. I just woke up and am a little groggy."
She thought, "Since it's been fifteen years since I was born, my coma was caused by falling from the cliff of Pingshan Mountain?"
Seeing that Yu Weiyin spoke clearly, Yao Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, but gritted his teeth and said dissatisfiedly:
"Exactly! The second lady invited you to go to Pingshan to enjoy the flowers. You fell into the cliff, but she came back unscathed. There must be something fishy about this!"