Lin Yue was slightly startled.
Her divine soul was too fragile now, mismatched with her overly powerful body, unable to control her limbs, and even dragged down by her own body, which was why she had no choice but to give up her cultivation.
At this moment, she might be even inferior to a mortal. With her weak divine soul, she couldn't even control her own body properly.
Her current situation was similar to that of Si Yangqi, who had saved his mother years ago.
Lin Yue fell silent for a moment, then feigned nonchalance by flashing a smile as he walked over and embraced her from behind, his voice gentle, "Are you making tea?"
Baili Fengzhi was startled, her fingertip twitched, and the teapot almost fell to the ground. Then she realized it was Lin Yue and took a breath of relief, saying, "It's for the Main Hall Master and the Second Prince. I'm a bit clumsy with my body today; it's taking a little longer."
"The Second Brother and Master have already left," Lin Yue said. "Let the maids do it."
"They've left?" Baili Fengzhi paused, then silently put down the teapot, fell into silence for a while, and continued to pour the water for the tea, saying, "Then I will prepare it for Your Highness to drink."
Her hand shook, and the teapot nearly fell again, but Lin Yue reached out to catch it for her.
Baili Fengzhi took the teapot back a bit flustered and managed a smile, saying, "I can handle it, no worries, it will be ready soon, Your Highness, please wait."
"There's no need, I'm not thirsty. You should take a good rest," Lin Yue said softly.
Baili Fengzhi fell into silence again, then said, "I heard that Your Highness has made a breakthrough. Are you going to enter seclusion for cultivation, to stabilize your realm? Shall I go tidy and clean up the meditation room for you?"
Lin Yue sighed inwardly and said, "No need, I won't go into seclusion for now."
"...Then I..." Baili Fengzhi opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
She suddenly realized that she seemed incapable of doing anything.
In the past, she was His Highness's most capable confidant, the most skilled personal guard, and she'd always felt like she was His Highness's right-hand...
But now that she had lost her power, reverted to a mortal, she suddenly found she was unable to do anything at all.
She was even less useful than a mundane maid—at least they wouldn't be unable to properly brew a pot of tea like her.
She didn't understand what she could do.
Even with her frail body now, she couldn't serve His Highness as she used to, and she hadn't been able to bear him any children, and now there was even less chance.
Years ago, when she was alone at the Northwest Border, she had thought that if her half-demon identity were exposed, she might really lose everything and never have the chance to see her mother again.
But... in the end, she had lost everything all the same.
Looking at the broken teapot on the table, Baili Fengzhi's eyes slowly lowered, and her vision gradually blurred.
Lin Yue wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, and softly said, "Don't call me Your Highness anymore, I've always wanted to hear you call me husband."
Baili Fengzhi bit her lower lip hard, her voice low, "But... in my current state, how am I fit to be the princess to you, a prince? I'm just someone who... "
"You don't need to do anything, just wait for me."
Lin Yue interrupted her, whispering, "Besides, you know it best, I'm not truly a prince, just an imposter. Wasn't I just a mere mortal in the past?"
Baili Fengzhi fell silent for a while, lowered her head, turned around in his embrace, not letting him see the tears, and hugged him tightly.
Like a drowning person in fear of losing grip on the last straw.
All that could be heard was her, in his arms, softly calling, "Husband..."
Lin Yue whispered into her ear, word by word, "I will definitely make you recover."