Two maids appeared, fanning the air. They knelt respectfully in greeting.
Yu Wen Tiancheng was finally no longer standing like a wooden statue. He turned to face the doorway.
A graceful woman in a snow-white dress glided in. Her nails, painted with crimson dye, brushed against a curtain embroidered with a crescent moon totem.
She was a woman of poppy-like beauty, on whose face time had left no mark.
The Old Emperor's murky eyes were shot with blood. When he saw the woman walking toward his bedside, his eyes widened as if to split, and his jaundiced pupils burst with bloody spots.
He recognized her at once. "Gao Zhao Yue!"
"You... you're not dead..." The Old Emperor coughed up another mouthful of blood. "You actually... You two... are in this together..." His voice was hoarse and grating, terrible to hear.
In her hands, Gao Zhao Yue held a length of white silk that seemed to shimmer with moonlight.
She greeted him, "Yu Wen Shuo, long time no see. Don't get so worked up."
