Empress Dowager Wang lay on the phoenix couch, eyes half-closed, her face, devoid of makeup, was waxy yellow, and her brows were furrowed. Just one day, and her temples had gained a few silver threads, looking extremely weak.
"Mother," Emperor Chu's voice was very soft.
Empress Dowager Wang's eyelids lifted slightly, she opened her eyes and spoke weakly: "The Emperor has come."
The voice was hoarse, as if ground by gravel.
Emperor Chu felt a deep ache, and said: "I have come, and Yunzhi has come too."
Song Zhiyuan stepped forward, knelt before the phoenix couch, and paid his respects: "I greet the Empress Dowager, may Her Majesty be blessed with health and peace."
Empress Dowager Wang tugged at her lips: "Yunzhi has come also, rise."
Song Zhiyuan stood up, looked at Empress Dowager Wang and said: "My mother is concerned about your health, unable to visit the palace for the moment, she sent me to visit you. She hopes you will take care of your health and recover soon."
