3968

Absolutely! Here's a revised version of Chapter 3968:

Chapter 3968: 4.1568 A Mother's Awakening

The Soul Revival Pill melted on contact, no swallowing needed. A faint, ethereal glow seemed to emanate from Bai Wuxia's body. Mo Liusheng stood rooted before the ice coffin, holding his breath, his gaze locked onto his wife, unwilling to loosen his attention for even a moment.

Qiao Mu tilted her head to look at her husband, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry," she whispered. After refining this black-veined supreme-grade Soul Revival Pill, she knew deep down that Mo Lian's mother was saved. What was peculiar was that after creating such a heaven-defying elixir, under the bright sun and clear sky, not a single bolt of lightning came to strike her. Could it be that the Dao of Heaven simply didn't care anymore?

Mo Lian turned to meet her gaze, nodding gently, a faint smile playing on his lips.

At that moment, Mo Liusheng suddenly exclaimed, grabbing his son's hand. "Little Tangyuan, look quickly! Listen, listen, is your mother... is she... is she breathing?"

Mo Lian's hand hurt from his father's grip, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Yes," he confirmed.

Mo Liusheng's eyes immediately brightened. His gaze remained fixed on his wife as he nervously squeezed his son's hand. Bai Wuxia lay quietly in the ice coffin, her breathing initially barely perceptible, then slowly becoming soft and continuous. That sound, to Mo Liusheng's ears, was like heavenly music.

Joy instantly ignited in Mo Liusheng's eyes. He pulled his son forward. "Wuxia, Wuxia, can you hear my voice?" Wuxia, Wuxia... For countless days and nights, he had called out to her just like this. But his Wuxia had never given the slightest response. Now, he felt as if he saw hope, witnessed the dawn, and beheld the breaking of a new day.

Mo Liusheng couldn't contain his excitement. He released his son's hand and gently stroked his wife's somewhat cool wrist. Mo Lian, standing by, simply rolled his eyes at his father. This was a classic case of a man who, once he had his wife in his eyes, forgot his son. Men, huh?

The little stoic turned to look at her husband's expression, blinked, then stepped forward and took his hand. "After taking the pill, Mother should wake up in half a quarter of an hour at most," she explained. "Since she hasn't opened her eyes yet, she's probably been sleeping (or pretending to sleep because she's afraid to open her eyes) for too long and is feeling out of sorts!"

The father and son quickly turned to look at her, both sporting similar bewildered expressions. Wuxia is out of sorts? Is there such a saying?

"Mm," the little stoic said, speaking complete nonsense with a serious face. "Father Emperor should give Mother a breath. Once Mother feels better, she'll be able to open her eyes!"

Give a breath? Mo Liusheng's eyes lit up. He knew how to do that, and quite skillfully too. However... Mo Liusheng glanced at the two radiant "candles" (Mo Lian and Qiao Mu) nearby and narrowed his eyes. Didn't these two little rascals know to excuse themselves?

The two of them watched him calmly. Mo Liusheng had no other choice but to pretend they weren't there. He leaned in to give his wife a "breath" (a kiss). However, he had only been leaning in for a few seconds, and his breath hadn't even reached her yet.

The Empress's eyes suddenly opened...

The little stoic blinked, exchanging a look with Mo Lian. Mo Liusheng froze, unable to react for a long moment. The two simply stared into each other's eyes for a bit, then Mo Liusheng belatedly grabbed the Empress's wrist, his face filled with excitement. "Wuxia."