Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1160: Finally Awake

As Feng Liyan sat by Wen Xiao’ai’s bedside and heard the name "Nie Jiuque" uttered from Wen Xiao’ai’s lips, he was so shocked that he froze.

He stared, bewildered, at the unconscious Wen Xiao’ai who had been calling for Jun Moyan, now repeatedly calling out for Nie Jiuque, his mind blanked for a few seconds.

"Little, Little Princess?"

Feng Liyan tentatively called out to her, but Wen Xiao’ai did not respond, her pale face sweaty and contorted in pain, calling out for Nie Jiuque.

"Nie Jiuque... Nie Jiuque..."

Feng Liyan began to panic inside.

He immediately began investigating the restriction within Wen Xiao’ai’s body.

This restriction was partly to protect Wen Xiao’ai from the intrusion of Demon Clan’s aura.

Previously when Nie Jiuque attempted to inject demonic qi into Wen Xiao’ai and failed, almost causing her to lose control, this restriction blocked it.

On the other hand, part of this restriction could lock away Shang Ying the Immortal’s memories.

But this restriction had been in place for hundreds of years and was now loosening.

Footsteps approached, and Ye Qi appeared.

Hearing Wen Xiao’ai call out Nie Jiuque’s name, Ye Qi was also frightened.

"Xiao’ai, she..."

"You’re here just in time; where is the powerful restriction you said you saw in an ancient book yesterday and mentioned to the Clan Leader?"

"Xiao’ai’s internal restriction has loosened?" Ye Qi frowned slightly, his eyes filled with concern.

"Yes, I’m going to make her some medicinal food, you find that ancient book, and I’ll see if it’s applicable to her condition."

"...Okay." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Feng Liyan dared not delay and immediately went to prepare the medicinal food for Wen Xiao’ai.

But he found he couldn’t feed it to her.

Finally, Feng Liyan could only refine the medicinal food and absorb it, then inject it into Wen Xiao’ai’s body.

However, the effect seemed to be not very good.

Wen Xiao’ai seemed trapped in a nightmare, alternating between calling for Jun Moyan and Nie Jiuque.

"It seems this medicinal food is of no use to her after all..." Feng Liyan was already at his wit’s end.

He had examined the restriction in the ancient book.

It could be used, but Wen Xiao’ai’s current condition was not suitable.

The risks were high.

If something went wrong in execution, Wen Xiao’ai’s body would suffer severe damage.

At worst, she could lose her cultivation, or worse, be plagued by illness and potentially become crippled.

After consulting with the Clan Leader, they could only collectively reinforce the existing restriction within her.

But that was not a long-term solution.

For seven consecutive days, Wen Xiao’ai had recurrent fevers, soaking several bed sheets in sweat and cold sweat, and finally woke up.

In just seven days, she seemed to have visited the gates of hell, lost weight, and her eye sockets had sunken.

Wen Xiao’ai was utterly exhausted, lacking even the strength to lift her hand, looking as if she might close her eyes and fall back into unconsciousness at any moment.

Her mind was heavy with disorientation, leaving her uncertain if she was truly awake.

"Xiao’ai, wake up and eat something first." Ye Qi hurriedly brought over the brothy porridge.

After setting it aside, he reached out to help Wen Xiao’ai sit up.

Feng Liyan then took a wet towel to wipe her face.

These days, they had been constantly by her side, apart from the maid helping to change her clothes and clean her body, they rarely left her bedside.

Wen Xiao’ai’s mind was in a daze, her body weakly half-leaning in Ye Qi’s arms, her head resting on his chest, her vision intermittently darkening.

"Jun Moyan..."

She called out weakly, her voice so light it seemed to disperse with the wind.

Ye Qi froze, then smiled bitterly.

Was he supposed to be thankful Xiao’ai wasn’t calling for Nie Jiuque?