Dong Guifei lay on the bed, her face flushed, her body sticky and taut. She turned her face slightly, her gaze deep and lingering as she looked at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi turned his gaze away. After a long silence, he whispered, "Thank you."
She didn't nod but instead rasped, "You… feel nothing?"
Chen Yi knew she was asking about the poisoning and replied, "I don't know your origins. You're both a consort and a bhikkhuni. Your background is unclear. Without certainty, I dare not act recklessly."
Dong Guifei's face suddenly darkened. Naturally, she couldn't reveal her entire past. Besides, the plans of Huangyue Temple must never be spoken of, even in death.
