The imperial doctor came in to report on Lin Ting’s illness. Hearing that he was safe, both the Emperor and Noble Consort Ruan left the residence after entrusting the imperial doctors with a few words of concern.

When Lin Ting learned that Littly Lu had been by his side the entire time that he was in a coma, he was both moved and guilty for a while. He said to her, “You should also go back to the palace.”

Lin Feilu crossed her hips and thundered, “I won’t! I’m going to watch you here! What if you drink that…  that whatever grass again? Oh right, where did you get that thing? I’m going to beat the person who gave you that poison with a stick to the point where they’ll get cramps!”

Lin Ting couldn’t help but laugh.

When he smiled, she laughed too.

The two looked at each other and laughed for a while. Then, Lin Feilu suddenly asked him, “Eldest Imperial brother, now that Noble Consort Ruan is not forcing you now, you can live your own life. Is there anything that you want to do?”

Lin Ting was stunned momentarily as he thought about it seriously, but finally, he just shook his head, “I don’t know, it seems that I don’t have anything that I want to do.”

Even though Lin Ting didn’t feel as guilty as before because of the enlightenment of Lin Feilu’s concept, his depression was not something that could be resolved with a few words.

After so many years of persecution and torture, the darkness had already entangled his heart like a woven mess of spider silk, making him feel depressed and lethargic all the time. Unless those spider silks were completely uprooted, he would never revert back to the former Lin Ting.

Lin Feilu had a friend who suffered from depression back in her world.

The night before the incident, they still danced happily in the bar. The girl laughed louder than anyone else and danced more happily than anyone else that night. The next morning, Lin Feilu received news that she committed suicide by jumping off the building.

Those emotions were so pervasive that even if you were laughing at one moment, you could find yourself crying the next.

And then, it desired to kill you in the dead of night.

Lin Feilu’s fingers under her sleeves were clenched into fists so tightly that she could feel her own pulse.

She pursed her lower lip and curled her eyes,”Eldest Imperial brother, you heard me tell you the story of Guo Jing and Huang Rong today, do you think it sounds good?”

Lin Ting nodded, “It was nice.”

Lin Feilu asked, “Then do you want to experience the life of the world of swords, lights, and shadows? To live the life of a martial artist traveling the world filled with both happiness and grudges?”

Lin Ting was stunned, “Huh?”

Lin Feilu squinted her eyes, made a long-sighted expression, and her tone suddenly became deep, “Sigh, you don’t know, but in fact, my biggest dream was to be a chivalrous and brave warrior, which is why I have followed Noble Consort Xi since I was a child. Didn’t Noble Consort Xi hone her martial arts skills even in thunder and rain and didn’t give up practising to be able to raise a sword against the skies of the unknown?”

Lin Ting followed her words and asked, “So?”

Lin Feilu took his hand very happily, “So, do you want to stroll around the unknown with me, eldest Imperial brother?”

Lin Ting didn’t speak for a long time.