"Hey... are you... are you alright?"
Dugu Chanyi suddenly called softly.
The young Confucian scholar on the stone bench regained his senses and turned his head to look.
During the time he was in a daze, the supreme Empress Dowager of Great Li surprisingly did not seize the opportunity to escape.
She was standing at the edge of the pavilion, wearing a snow-white robe of unknown origin, resembling a warm bathrobe. Her slender hands were wrapped around her chest, covering her tall, delicate figure, and she looked at him with a slightly complex expression.
The young scholar raised his hand and rubbed his thin face covered with twisted blood marks, then lowered his eyes to glance at his bloodstained fingers and the soon-to-scab wound on his arm.
He shook his head gently, lowered his arm, and smiled at the Empress Dowager of Great Li.
When Dugu Chanyi caught his gaze, she immediately averted her eyes, looking at the fog below the pavilion steps.
