Princess Hua Chang went to the bedchamber to check on Emperor Wu Su, then retired to a separate palace to stay for the time being.
The candles in Zhaoyang Hall burned all night.
「The next morning.」
Dean Chen of the Imperial Hospital came to take the Emperor's pulse. He stroked his graying beard, but for the longest time, he could not come to any conclusion.
Ji Qingwu knew Emperor Wu Su's condition.
She had spent the night curled up in a chair, staying awake to check his pulse every hour.
Emperor Wu Su's condition remained unchanged, showing no signs of either improvement or deterioration.
His pulse was as faint as a silken thread, as if it might snap at any moment, yet it remained surprisingly steady.
But at least it had stabilized.
As the morning sun rose, Ji Qingwu walked out of the hall and finally saw Duan Mingfeng at the entrance.
He had brought several hundred black-clad guards from the Imperial City Department and surrounded Zhaoyang Hall, sealing it off completely.
