The night in the palace was deathly silent. The servants knelt outside the Emperor's chamber, their bodies trembling as a gust of wind passed over them. Yet none dared to utter a single word of complaint.
The Imperial Guards had sealed the palace, not allowing anyone to slip away, while the ministers hurried into the chamber one after another, each carrying their own thoughts.
When all the ministers gathered in the Emperor's sleeping quarters, the members of the royal family—the princesses, the Crown Prince, and the Emperor's harem members were already present, waiting anxiously at the side.
The Emperor's bloodless body lay on the dragon bed. His skeletal frame looked pitifully small on such a large bed.
At the edge of the bed sat the miracle doctor, his back straight as he took the Emperor's pulse.
