The sky was faintly bright, with the oil lamp that hung on the wall having long since run out of oil and gone out.
Just behind the desk, separated by a screen, was a small bed for the Emperor to rest on when he was tired from work. The bed wasn't big, it was just enough for one person to lie down.
Under the thin quilt, Zhao Changhe lay on his back, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor nestled into his shoulders on either side. The three of them were squeezed tightly together, like a single entity, legs and arms entwined, a vision of springtime beauty, too splendid to describe.
Zhao Changhe had not woken up. He had to resort to the Dual Cultivation Technique in the final battle. His injuries from the fight against Feng Yin, after resting for most of the day, were still not fully healed. Moreover, his body had been crushed by the Power of the Water Element. Now, he was deep in Meditation, aided by the power of the Dual Cultivation Technique.
