The changes in Ning Yecheng were significant after a few days.
His complexion was no longer pale and sallow as it had been a few days prior.
Instead, a hint of rosiness bloomed on his cheeks.
Although he hadn't woken up yet, according to Zhan Xiaofeng's calculations, he would awaken within these two days.
Prince Xiaoyao grew increasingly excited with each passing day.
He instructed the household staff to take good care of the three siblings' daily needs, while also assigning people to guard his bedside day and night. He visited as often as he could.
Seeing Yecheng's condition improving, he was beyond happy.
Zhan Xiaofeng would visit every morning, and after his check-up, he would return to prepare medicine.
Yun Xiaojing went out exploring almost every day.
Within a few days, he had traversed the entire capital of the Eastern Lin Kingdom.
Zhan Xiaojun would visit every afternoon to ascertain Ning Yecheng's condition.
Aside from the fact that he was still unconscious, the entire Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion exuded a vibrant energy.
A young servant had just fed Ning Yecheng some water.
She gazed deeply at Ning Yecheng.
Her heart yearned for him to wake up, yet she also felt a flicker of apprehension.
She knew what she feared: once he awoke, it would signify the end of a dream.
She sat down.
She calmed her mind.
Then, she prepared to take his pulse.
Just as her hand rested on his wrist, she suddenly felt a sharp gaze sweep over her.
She abruptly lifted her head to look.
Her eyes met a pair of deep, bottomless eyes.
His gaze was incredibly sharp, exuding an undeniable edge.
"Who are you?"
With this utterance, even Ning Yecheng sensed something was amiss.
His voice was excessively hoarse.
It sounded as though he hadn't spoken in a long time.
Moreover, he seemed to be in an ancient, ornate place.
The woman before him was breathtakingly beautiful, clad in ancient attire.
There was a hint of familiarity in her eyes.
However, perhaps due to sleeping for too long, his reaction was incredibly slow.
Hadn't he already died?
How...
Was this a dream?
Ning Yecheng suddenly felt as though something was bombarding his mind.
Forgotten memories, incredible recollections, all returned.
Zhan Xiaojun, observing Ning Yecheng's sudden change in expression and sensing the fluctuations in his pulse, was initially startled. Then, disregarding everything else, she immediately said, "You've just woken up; your emotions shouldn't fluctuate too much."
He didn't recognize her.
That was understandable.
They weren't acquainted in the first place.
She reached into the pouch at her waist and took out a pill.
"Take this pill first; your pulse is not very strong right now."
Ning Yecheng looked at the pill before him and, without a second thought, took it and swallowed.
As the cool medicine dissolved in the air, his exploding head finally found relief.
However, memories continued to flood in relentlessly.
At first, he thought he was going insane.
Otherwise, why would so many unbelievable thoughts surface?
And hallucinations?
He was still experiencing hallucinations.
It was as if Zhan Xiaojun was beside him.
A familiar scent wafted to his nose, a unique aroma of hers, carrying a hint of medicine and her own distinct, faint fragrance.
It was a dream.
He thought he had just seen her a moment ago.
No, she looked like herself, yet not entirely.
Over the past few years, he had seen many people who resembled her, but none were her.
Ning Yecheng closed his eyes again.
He allowed the memories in his mind to churn like a tempest.
Seeing Ning Yecheng close his eyes again, Zhan Xiaojun frowned. The situation was not right.
She glanced at Ning Yecheng and then rushed out.
Moments later, she returned with Zhan Xiaofeng.
Behind them followed Prince Xiaoyao, who had rushed over in a hurry.
Prince Xiaoyao was like an ant on a hot pan. He's awake? He just woke up? Why did he close his eyes again? What was going on!
He prayed it wasn't a final burst of vitality before death!
Moreover, Yecheng's complexion looked worse than it had in the morning.
Oh heavens! Son's mother! Please protect Yecheng!
Zhan Xiaofeng's expression was grave as he sat down to take the pulse.
Prince Xiaoyao dared not ask, fearing he would disturb Zhan Xiaofeng.
Zhan Xiaojun watched from the side.
She looked at Ning Yecheng, who was frowning deeply. Even when his eyes were closed and he was frowning, he looked exactly like Ning Yecheng.
If he weren't wearing ancient attire, but modern loungewear, she would have believed she was in that other world.
Thinking of everything in that world, Zhan Xiaojun's eyes welled up slightly.
Fortunately, she quickly concealed her emotions.
After taking his pulse, Zhan Xiaofeng spoke, "He has woken up. The reason he isn't opening his eyes now is likely because he is too tired, or perhaps he doesn't want to."
Could it be that Ning Yecheng didn't want to wake up?
"What? Doesn't want to open his eyes?" Prince Xiaoyao was stunned. He immediately stepped forward, staring at Ning Yecheng on the bed, and began to blurt out, "You brat, how long have you been sleeping? Over a year, do you know that? Without you to earn money, our mansion is almost unable to make ends meet! To find medical treatment for you, the mansion's treasury is empty, not a single silver coin left! And you still won't wake up?"
His words were tinged with sadness.
Zhan Xiaofeng, who had received money, suddenly wondered if he should return some of it.
After all, it was a prince's mansion.
If there was truly no silver left, it would be too dire.
"Have you also squandered my mother's assets?" Ning Yecheng on the bed suddenly questioned.
His cold, sharp eyes opened.
His voice was as hoarse as before.
Upon hearing this, Prince Xiaoyao burst into tears of laughter, "Hahaha, he's awake, he's awake! I said you'd be fine! My son's lifespan is like mine, destined for a long life! Don't worry, I wouldn't touch your mother's things. Our mansion is prosperous, how could we have squandered it all? Even if we did, I could sell your paintings and other items from the treasury to get quite a bit of silver."
After hearing Ning Yecheng's response, Zhan Xiaojun understood. The Ning Yecheng before her was not the Ning Yecheng she had expected.
She took a small step back.
Having saved the person, her purpose for coming here was fulfilled.
Zhan Xiaofeng, unaware of the change in Zhan Xiaojun's demeanor, called out, "Xiaojun, do you have the medicine I developed yesterday with you?"
Xiaojun?!
Ning Yecheng abruptly followed Zhan Xiaofeng's gaze and looked over.
When he saw Zhan Xiaojun, his eyes widened dramatically.
Although her appearance had changed somewhat,
the similarity in her features and the story she had once told him,
made it abundantly clear that he was in the world she had described!
He had come to her world!
No, he should say, after recovering his memories, he realized he was a person of this world!
He was Ning Yecheng of Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion!
She was Zhan Xiaojun.
The daughter of Prince Ye and Princess Ye, she had three elder brothers, and the second brother was skilled in medicine.
Zhan Xiaojun responded to Zhan Xiaofeng with a hum and searched her pouch for the pill.
Once found, she handed it to Zhan Xiaofeng.
Just as Zhan Xiaofeng was about to take the medicine from Zhan Xiaojun, he suddenly saw Ning Yecheng sit up straight, reach out, and grab Xiaojun.
"Xiaojun, Zhan Xiaojun? You are Zhan Xiaojun!" he first questioned, then affirmed.