Lady An adjusted the quilt around her, feeling a sudden chill. Ever since her return from the underground palace, she had been wounded in spirit, and her once vigorous body had grown frail. The immense Jingren Palace, even with its underfloor heating in the depths of winter, still carried subtle traces of cold.
The nameless old matron noticed Lady An's discomfort and stepped forward, grasping her hand to transfer her own True Qi to her.
After a long while, Lady An's complexion became slightly rosier, and she said,
"Much better."
