Outside the main hall of the Eastern Palace, the vermilion doors have been tightly closed for three whole days.
At the break of dawn, the white marble square in front of the hall is crowded with people kneeling.
Leading them is Mr. Fen, the chief eunuch of the Eastern Palace, dressed in a large red robe, holding a duster across his arm, his face lined with wrinkles shows no emotion.
Beside him stands the newly appointed guard commander, Peng Tian Sheng, with his hand gripping his sword, the black iron armor glistening coldly in the morning light.
This martial arts grandmaster from the Peng Family, exhibits a worried expression between his brows at the moment.
"Mr. Fen….." Peng Tian Sheng lowers his voice, the sword at his waist clinking lightly with his anxious steps.
"The Crown Prince has not eaten for three days, this….."
Mr. Fen slightly raises his eyelid, his boney fingers inside his sleeve gently rubs the duster: "Mr. Peng, speak cautiously."
