Eunuch Lu and his companions came swiftly and left just as quickly. That palace gate, which had been opened for less than one Shichen, was once again tightly shut.
Empress Song remained sprawled on the ground, blankly staring with an empty mind.
"Your Majesty," the Palace Matron approached with trembling steps to assist Empress Song.
"Go away!" Empress Song forcefully brushed her hand aside, stood up, and looked outside the hall. Her eyes were filled with malice, and her face, made more angular by her gauntness and protruding cheekbones, radiated spite and resentment.
The Palace Matron, pushed by her hand, fell to the ground, feeling a dull pain in her spine and cried out in pain.
Empress Song ignored her, walked to the doorway, and expressionlessly gazed outside, trying to see the entire imperial palace through the palace walls.
She was doomed!
Eunuch Lu had said so.
