Chapter 63: This Dragon Tendon Can Actually Make Me Feel Better? The lattice windows of Lizheng Hall were left half-open. The breeze drifting in carried a hint of autumn's bleak chill, yet it could not disperse the bitter medicinal scent that lingered in the hall year-round. Empress Zhangsun reclined against a soft couch. Her chest felt terribly tight, as if pressed down by a wad of damp cotton. Every breath took immense effort, and she let out suppressed, low coughs from time to time. "Cough,…