Feng Xiyun’s corpse was dragged out of the camp.

Inside Gao Ziyue’s tent, Feng Xiyun’s blood had also been cleaned away.

As if this person had never appeared at all.

Everything she had done was nothing more than a farce.

Especially now.

Gao Ziyue had regained consciousness.

After taking the antidote, because his body had been excessively weak for the past two days, by the time he woke again, it was already the next day.

By then, everyone was so exhausted that they had fallen asleep wherever they leaned or lay.

An Ning was also sitting on a chair beside him, utterly spent.

She caught the faintest sound.

An Ning snapped her eyes open.

She turned her gaze over and saw Gao Ziyue looking somewhat blankly at everything before him. Having suddenly sobered, he clearly did not quite understand what had happened to him, or why there were so many people in his tent.

An Ning hurriedly stood up.

Her body was a little weak.

As she rose, she abruptly sat back down again.

That tiny movement made everyone in the tent open their eyes.

Xie Ruotong also quickly came over from the side, looking somewhat agitated as she saw Gao Ziyue’s eyes open, even though his face was deathly pale.

"Your Highness, you’re awake?" An Ning asked.

Gao Ziyue frowned.

He looked at the person before him, as if he had seen her before, yet as if he had no real impression.

"I am An Ning, the Daxuan Empress." An Ning introduced herself and explained, "You were struck by a sudden heart attack and have been unconscious for two days and nights."

Gao Ziyue was taken aback.

He had always been in good health; how could he suddenly have a heart attack?!

He remembered that after he had eaten lunch, his chest had felt stifled and uncomfortable, and then his whole body convulsed, foam spilling from his mouth...

Was that caused by heart disease?!

Gao Ziyue half-believed, half-doubted.

"Your Highness, let me first see how your body is recovering." An Ning also knew Gao Ziyue would be suspicious.

Of course she could not possibly tell Gao Ziyue that he had been poisoned. No matter the reason, for such an incident to occur within Daxuan’s borders would invite unnecessary trouble; the only option was to ascribe his illness to his own body.

An Ning reached out to take Gao Ziyue’s pulse.

Gao Ziyue was extremely weak at the moment and had no energy to press too many questions.

After quite a while.

An Ning said, "Your Highness, be at ease. Your pulse is steady; your life is no longer in danger. It’s only that, having slept for two days, your body will feel powerless. As long as you rest a little and eat some food, you will recover very soon."

"Mm." Gao Ziyue responded.

At this moment he truly did not even have the strength to speak.

An Ning ordered someone to prepare food.

She also had all those who were not necessary withdraw.

Only An Ning, Xie Ruotong, and Yuan Wenkang remained in the tent, along with two guards attending on Gao Ziyue.

Very soon a soldier brought in plain congee.

An Ning glanced at the soldier delivering the food, personally took the bowl of congee and held it beneath her nose to smell it. Only after confirming there was no problem did she allow the guards to serve Gao Ziyue his meal.

The soldier withdrew.

An Ning said something by Yuan Wenkang’s ear.

Yuan Wenkang nodded and quickly left.

For Feng Xiyun to have been able to poison Gao Ziyue, it naturally had to do with the soldier delivering his food. Those who had erred were to be punished as they deserved.

After all, a state has its laws, an army its regulations!

Gao Ziyue finished the bowl of congee unhurriedly, and only then did his body recover a bit of strength. Leaning against the head of the bed, he asked, "Has any word come from Cang Kingdom?"

"Your esteemed country has already prepared the surrender document, but because of the Crown Prince’s condition, His Majesty has delayed the date," An Ning said.

Gao Ziyue nodded and did not think too much of it. He then said, "This Crown Prince is already fine. May I trouble the Empress to convey to His Majesty that Yuan Kai and Du Jianghong can come to Daxuan to present the surrender document."

"I believe Your Highness’s health should still come first. In your current state, it would be best to rest two more days in the Daxuan camp. Once you are fully recovered, it will not be too late to hold peace talks." An Ning advised.

Gao Ziyue hesitated for a moment.

He also felt that his body was indeed rather uncomfortable.

From childhood to now, he had never been like this.

It seemed he had indeed suffered a serious illness.

"Very well," Gao Ziyue agreed. "Then I must trouble the Empress to inform His Majesty. I will rest a few more days."

"Your Highness, please rest without concern," An Ning said. "The two countries are already in a ceasefire; a few more days will make no difference."

Gao Ziyue gave a sound of assent.

Seeing that Gao Ziyue truly had no major problems, and that he only needed time for his body to recover, An Ning did not remain. After a few polite words, she left Gao Ziyue’s tent with Xie Ruotong.

Yuan Wenkang had just finished dealing with that soldier and was on his way back. Seeing them, he hastily stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Grace."