Morning light slowly filtered into the Empress's chamber.
The pale golden rays slipped through the silk curtains and settled softly across the bed where the Empress lay.
For five days the room had felt like a place between life and death.
Medicine bowls.
Burning incense.
Silent prayers.
Tears.
Fear.
But today… something had changed.
The Empress's breathing was steady now.
Her pulse no longer felt like a fading thread.
The healer stood nearby, still stunned by the miracle he had witnessed only hours earlier.
The woman who had been declared beyond saving had suddenly gasped for air and opened her eyes.
Even now he could hardly believe it.
Across the room, servants whispered excitedly while trying not to disturb her rest.
"Her color has returned."
"Heaven truly protected the Empress."
"After five days… she still woke up."
Inside the chamber, however, the atmosphere was different.
Not just relief.
But warmth.
Life had returned to the room.
