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The long-held doubts in my heart finally found their answers at this moment.

Qi Yitang always wondered why only she could see the comments, and why the comments guided her to escape the dead end of the original work.

It turns out that this was a way out that the female lead had obtained for her by using half of her destiny.

While Qi Yitang was still processing this massive amount of information, she felt a hot liquid slide down her throat, her soul became increasingly transparent, and everything before her eyes began to become blurry and chaotic.

She heard a man's tired yet gentle voice calling her name over and over again.

"Tangtang, come home... come back to your husband's side..."

Everything in front of her vanished, and Qi Yitang was being dragged along by something, creating layers upon layers of dreams.

My first feeling was one of weakness and exhaustion, as if my body were filled with lead, like a chronically ill person lying paralyzed in bed, so weak that even lifting a finger was difficult.

Then I felt an uncomfortable rusty taste in my throat, sticky and nauseating.

Then, I heard a clanging sound in my ear, similar to the sound of a shaman performing a ritual.

"O soul, return... O soul, return..."

The sound seemed to come from near and far, as if it were coming through several layers of water.

"Tangtang, my Tangtang... please come back soon."

"I'm here, let's go home quickly, Tangtang..."

Qi Yitang slowly opened her eyes, and was startled by the scene before her.

What the hell?!

What came into view was a huge Bagua formation. She was held in Xie Ling's arms and sat in the center of the formation. A person dressed as a witch was circling around them, chanting incantations while sprinkling talisman water and burning yellow paper.

Around the Bagua formation, there were at least a dozen monks, all with their eyes closed, chanting scriptures in a low voice, the sound of wooden fish rising and falling.

"The inkstone..."

Qi Yitang wanted to ask him what he was doing, but her throat was so dry she couldn't make a sound, only managing a few hoarse coughs, "Cough, cough cough..."

Li Degui was the first to react, exclaiming with delight, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty is awake!"

"Tangtang!"

Xie Ling suddenly lowered his head, his eyes, which were bloodshot and somber that they seemed to drip ink, suddenly brightened, and he tightly pulled her into his arms.

"You're awake! You're finally awake!"

The witch performing the ritual and the group of chanting masters all breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Phew, my life is saved.

Qi Yitang felt a tightness in her chest from his grip, and struggled for a moment, "Yanzhi... I'm about to... can't breathe..."

Li Degui, trembling with fear, reminded him, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please loosen your grip."

Xie Ling then loosened her grip slightly, but still held on tightly, refusing to let go.

Qi Yitang's mind was still in a daze, and before she could figure out what was going on, she saw a layer of fine water glistening on Xie Ling's eyelashes.

Tears slid down his cheeks.

Drop by drop, like thick, sticky blood, they fell in a continuous stream onto the back of her hand.

"You scared me to death..." Xie Ling choked up, "If you hadn't woken up, I really would have gone crazy."

Why is he crying? And why are there so many monks? What were they doing before?

Her mind was in a mess, with countless questions flooding her mind. It took Qi Yitang a long time to recall what she had thought of.

Yes, she was giving birth before. After the baby was born, she was very tired and then fell asleep.

This doesn't make sense. I was sleeping soundly, how did I end up like this?

"Don't cry. You're a father now. It's embarrassing to cry like this."

Qi Yitang wanted to raise her hand to wipe his tears, but her hand felt like a limp noodle, so weak that she couldn't lift it at all.

"...How long did I sleep?"

Xie Ling's gaze was fixed on her face, as if afraid that she would disappear if he looked away for even a moment. "Five days."

Five days?!

Do you sleep this long after giving birth?

Qi Yitang finally understood why Xie Ling was acting so strangely. Even if he were the reincarnation of the God of Sleep, it was impossible for him to sleep for five days straight.

Xie Ling probably thought she was dead, which is why he was performing shamanistic rituals and summoning her spirit.

"It's okay, Yanzhi. I'm fine. It was just a dream. It's nothing."

Qi Yitang wanted to hold Xie Ling's hand so that he could feel her warmth and that she was alive, but she noticed his hand wrapped in bandages.

"What happened to your hand?"

Xie Ling's voice was still trembling, "The wizard said your soul is still there, but it's lost and can't find its way... Using the blood of a true dragon as a guide, it can lead you home."

Qi Yitang was stunned.

Xie Ling used to be the least superstitious person, how could this be...?

It felt like something had squeezed my heart tightly. "Are you stupid? You actually believe this?"

Xie Ling didn't believe it before, but now she believes it without a doubt.

If blood could bring her back, he should have bled her out long ago.

He buried his head in Qi Yitang's shoulder, holding her tightly as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones. "Tangtang, don't leave me again."

"I didn't leave, I just fell asleep, it's okay."

Qi Yitang tried to coax Xie Ling for a long time, but Xie Ling's mood did not improve. Her arms were tense and her muscles were trembling.

She had no choice but to put her arms around Xie Ling's neck and kiss him.

The effect was immediate. Xie Ling's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and he seemed to be in a daze, letting her do as she pleased.

Qi Yitang wanted to comfort him more, but she had just woken up and had limited energy. Plus, there were so many monks around, and everyone was watching... She still had her pride.

She tugged at his sleeve, "Yanzhi, I'm thirsty... and I'm so hungry."

Eating...

Xie Ling seemed to be pulled back to reality by something. Eating was good, and wanting to eat meant that her soul had returned to its place.

He immediately picked up Qi Yitang from the prayer mat in the side hall and put her back on the bed in the main hall, and ordered that a meal be served.

Qi Yitang was still in her postpartum period, and Xie Ling would not have let her be exposed to the wind if it weren't for this accident.

He poured her some warm water and fed it to her to soothe her throat. The imperial kitchen's meal followed shortly after.

"Come on, open your mouth and eat slowly."

After a few bites of hot food, Qi Yitang finally felt that ethereal, floating sensation slowly settle down.

She was wrapped up tightly, blocking out the wind, but she felt it was difficult to move. "Yanzhi, don't you think I look like a ball? I can't move my arms or legs..."

It's only autumn now, winter hasn't even started yet.

Xie Ling continued to feed her spoonful by spoonful, saying, "You don't need to move. Just tell me what you need."

Qi Yitang: "What if I need to relieve myself?"

Xie Ling remained unfazed, "I'll carry you there and help you—"

Qi Yitang immediately interrupted, "Alright, alright, let's have some boundaries as a couple."

Xie Ling felt that there was no need for any boundaries between them, and he wished he could be inseparable from her at all times.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Qi Yitang asked about everyone's condition in a rambling manner, but then felt dizzy and sleepy again.

She yawned. "Ugh, so sleepy..."

Before the words were even finished, I felt the air around me suddenly tighten.

Xie Ling's dark pupils suddenly contracted, his expression one of utter despair. He held her tightly, his voice trembling with near-fear, "Don't sleep... please, Tangtang, don't sleep, don't leave me..."

Qi Yitang's sleepiness was completely gone, "Okay, okay, I won't sleep, don't be afraid."

It's just asleep, not dead.

She suddenly felt a pang of anxiety. Would he forbid her from sleeping from now on?

But isn't postpartum confinement just about eating and sleeping?

Suddenly, an idea struck her. "I'm not going to sleep anymore. Bring the baby over so I can play with him for a while. I haven't seen him yet."

Her offspring will definitely be incredibly cute.