FENG YU JIU TIAN [VOLUME ONE]

Chapter Twenty

Notes:

Traditional Chinese medicine doctors routinely check a person's pulse as a judgement for their state of health. Diagnosis of many diseases often depended on the patterns and irregularities to one's pulse as well as swelling of "chakra" points, and condition of skin colour etc. Remedies revolved around boiling herbs, roots and parts of animals. The taste leaves much for improvement, usually the concoctions are bitter and the smell so pungant it makes you cringe.

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The aftereffects of the poison were evident and took a heavy toll on the Prince's feeble body. Even though Feng Ming's pulse returned to a regular pace he was immersed in a spell of deep slumber.

Needless to say, Xi Rei was now in a state of emergency, their political ties were in complete disarray. Adding fuel to the fire, Fan Jia's royal family had pronounced that they will be seeking retribution against the whole country for the breach of confidence and betrayal.

Government officials surged to the frontline of the political battle, attempting to hold back each state from falling blindly headfirst into a bloody war.

Fortunately King Rong was able to create an intricate cover up and his efforts eventually eased the hectic courts and the restless officials which had the nations in a standstill.

As countless matters were being settled over the bargaining table, Feng Ming remained unconscious and oblivious.

Several days following the return of peace to the courtrooms, the Prince's body remained unmoving in the middle of a large bed. His condition had not improved and every pair of concerned eyes was glued on the boy waiting for any signs of improvement.

Included among the eagerly waiting subjects, were a set of blazing eyes that kept the Prince in his line of sight. Naturally, they belonged to King Rong.

Suddenly a soft groan finally released the tension.

"Nnhh..."

The lips that had been pursed throughout the ordeal had opened ever so slightly giving a muffled noise to everyone's pleasant surprise.

A rosy taint had already returned to Feng Ming's cheeks, a positive turn indicating he may be ready to wake.

Each servant had participated in vigil for days on end in hope that the Prince would recover. Now it was apparent their master was awakening, everyone continued to look on with anticipation, holding their breath.

The Prince's lush and long eyelashes began to dance, as the heavy lids beckoned them to part. As if shy under the close scrutiny of his onlookers, the movement suddenly ceased.

After a delay his large eyes abruptly opened.

The pair of intoxicating dark eyes that had been hidden for numerous days was finally open and at the moment he peered out towards his observers, an overzealous joy rushed into the crowd.

Exuberant cheers echoed the halls, "His Majesty has awaken!"

"He has awaken!"

Praises for the heaven were belted out.

"Heaven bless!"

Within the hustle and joy of the servants, Chiu Lan immediately knelt beside her master and prayed to the Gods in thanks.

The King made no delay, striding to the bed and presenting himself in all his glory beside to the boy. He placed Feng Ming's wrist into his own hands, surveying for the strength of his lover's pulse.

"Do you still remember who I am? Where are you hurting?" he prompted anxiously.

Feng Ming had just awoken and he was aching from head to toe. Raising his head to gain a better view of the King, he then recalled why he was in this predicament in the first place. However, he was in no state give Rong Tian a chewing.