The silver moon is like a hook.
The wolfskin mattress on the ground was swept clean by the servants. Bai Zhi, with tears in her eyes, leaned over to help her master up.
The pair of delicate, white hands seemed weak and boneless. Song Lingzhi looked weak and had black hair that hung down to her waist.
The pair of almond-shaped eyes, like clear autumn water, were numb and dull. Hearing Bai Zhi's crying, Song Lingzhi slowly raised his head.
His throat was hoarse and bitter, and his small face, the size of a palm, was frighteningly pale in the moonlight.
Bai Zhi burst into tears: "Miss, I will help you wash your face, the medicine..."
Song Lingzhi covered his chest and retched.
Bai Zhi was stunned. She hurriedly brought the washbasin and patted Song Lingzhi's back with her fingers.
No, nothing.
With a heart full of bitterness stuck in his throat, Song Lingzhi couldn't utter anything.
The tears in my eyes slowly slid down my cheeks and fell heavily on the back of my hands.
The moonlight was cold and dim, shining through the wooden window and illuminating half of the room.
Song Lingzhi looked out the window, his eyes blank, as if in a trance.
The silver light fell on Song Lingzhi's shoulders, and his frail figure was like a willow swaying in the wind.
Bai Zhi was worried and didn't dare to let go, for fear that if she did, she would never see Song Lingzhi again.
"Miss, it's getting late. I'll help you change your clothes and rest."
With kind words, you will eventually persuade the person to leave through the window.
Bai Zhi stayed by Song Lingzhi's side all night, sitting next to the footstool and guarding him.
…
After that night, Song Lingzhi seemed to have become a different person. She no longer made noises or quarrels, and she swallowed the medicine that Shen Yan brought her in one gulp.
The black medicinal juice tasted bitter, and Bai Zhi frowned when she saw it.
Song Lingzhi was used to it and remained calm.
That night, Madam Feng and the innkeeper were not in the inn, so they naturally could not hear Song Lingzhi's mournful and sad cries.
Seeing that Song Lingzhi's health was getting better day by day, Madam Feng was sincerely happy for Song Lingzhi.
Before leaving, Song Lingzhi did not forget to pinch her husband's arm, which made people watch and learn more, and also sigh that Song Lingzhi was lucky.
"The one in our family is half of Master Yan, so I'm really praying to the Buddha. Madam is so lucky."
Song Lingzhi smiled but said nothing.
… What a blessing!
She lowered her head and closed her eyes, saying no more.
The carriage rolled forward, crossing mountains and rivers, and when it was about to reach the capital, Song Lingzhi's calm heart finally began to beat.
In her previous life, she never left the capital city until her death.
The palace is deep and the walls are high, and the courtyard is deep.
Shen Yan's residence was within easy reach. It was painted black, with five gates in the fence. The gate was wide open, and a group of guards with long swords on their waists stood on both sides like swallow wings.
Bai Zhi and Qiu Yan were not in the same carriage as Song Lingzhi, and they were both startled when they saw the guards at the door.
They had been following Song Lingzhi since they were young, and had seen every place in Jiangnan. Even the rare treasures in the world, they felt they had seen most of them, so they were not very surprised.
Now that they have arrived in the capital, Baizhi and Qiuyan's hearts are pounding, and they hold each other's hands. The curtains of the carriage are half-rolled up, and Baizhi looks around secretly in the sunlight.
The area in front of the palace is wide and flat, with a bluestone path and majestic palaces.
The carriage stopped steadily, and a servant had already brought a footstool and stood by with his hands hanging down.
The turquoise curtains were drawn up.
Song Lingzhi raised her eyes and with just one glance, the heavy shadows of her past life surged towards her like a tide.