Li Qing entered the sleeping chamber with a little eunuch.
The sky outside had gradually darkened.
In the sleeping chamber, despite the lighting of lamps, the bright candlelight couldn't dispel the pervasive deathly stillness.
On the dragon bed, Emperor Yongye's face was withered, like a lamp about to be extinguished.
Crown Prince Dongfang Yu and several princes all kneeled on the ground.
Emperor Yongye raised his hand, looking outside the hall.
"Emperor! This old servant has come, I deserve death for my sins."
Prince Mu, along with several old servants, also cried and knelt down.
Among the crowd, only Dugu Wu, who had just arrived, walked in.
His gaze was ice-cold as he looked at the man on the dragon bed.
The man who used to command wind and rain now appeared incredibly frail.
Dongfang Cheng's thieving eyes kept glancing towards the entrance of the hall.
Why hasn't the Empress arrived yet?
