He turned his head hastily, his eyes filled with urgent anxiety and unwavering determination, and ordered his men to summon the imperial physician.
Before he finished speaking, his men shot out like arrows released from a bow, their speed seemingly breaking free of the air's constraints.
As soon as the news spread, it spread like a swift and fierce gust of wind throughout the seemingly calm but actually turbulent world of the inner palace.
When Empress Xiao Wanxi heard the news of the assassination attempt on the Emperor, she fainted. Her originally fair and rosy complexion, as beautiful as peach blossoms in March, turned as pale as paper in an instant.
The crimson color seemed to be completely drained away in an instant by an invisible force. The person was struck dumb, and their body swayed slightly, almost losing their balance.
Her eyes instantly filled with terror and panic, her mind a complete mess, as if countless startled birds were flying wildly in disarray.
But as the mistress of the harem, her sense of responsibility and mission to be a model for the nation was like a guiding light, and in this dark and chaotic moment, she suppressed the panic that was about to engulf her.
Without a second thought, she hurried along, her skirt fluttering, leading a group of concubines in a panic towards the imperial study.
In an instant, footsteps were in a frenzy throughout the palace, everyone looked panicked, and palace maids and eunuchs ran around spreading the news. The sounds of hurried footsteps and exclamations mingled together.
The entire palace seemed to be instantly engulfed in a sudden, overwhelming storm.
I was enveloped in a suffocating atmosphere of tension and fear, as if the end of the world was about to come.
The emperor was carefully carried away, amidst the anxious and tense gazes of the crowd.
They were gently placed in the warm yet tense and solemn inner room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, which was filled with tension due to this upheaval.
A large group of people rushed to the Hall of Mental Cultivation from all directions like a tide.
Several imperial physicians were already waiting there, dressed in plain white medical robes, but the tense atmosphere seemed to cast a shadow over their pristine white garments.
Their expressions were solemn, their eyes filled with focus and worry, as if they carried the hopes and anxieties of the entire royal family.
Upon seeing the emperor being carried in, they immediately, like well-trained soldiers, quickly and skillfully surrounded the emperor's bedside and began to carefully and cautiously examine him.
Some of the imperial physicians held silver needles, which gleamed faintly in the sunlight. With focused eyes, they gently inserted the needles into the emperor's acupoints.
As if trying to probe every subtle change in the Emperor's pulse through this tiny silver needle, his expression was as if he were deciphering a mysterious code concerning life and death.
Some of the imperial physicians frowned deeply, their brows furrowing like two mountain peaks about to merge, as they carefully observed the emperor's complexion.
Every subtle change in his expression was like a crucial clue in their eyes, and they carefully examined the Emperor's tongue.
They tried to find the cause of the disease from these seemingly ordinary yet mysterious details, as if they wanted to uncover the truth of the crisis from these tiny signs.
Although Xiao Wanxi was extremely anxious, her heart felt as if it were being devoured by a million ants, and every second felt as long as a year, causing her immense suffering.
But after years in the palace, her composure and wisdom were like an unbreakable fortress deep within her heart.
In this extremely critical moment, she had to suppress the panic that was almost overwhelming her and try her best to calm herself down.
She took a deep breath, her breath trembling slightly, as if carrying the tension she couldn't suppress.
He slowly walked up to Ning Chenxing, his eyes revealing deep worry and urgency, his gaze like that of a cold bird yearning for the warm sun in winter.
Her voice trembled slightly, with a barely perceptible sob, as she asked, "Fifth Prince, what exactly happened?"
Why would an assassin be so audacious as to dare to venture into the heavily guarded and heavily protected imperial palace?
"How dare they brazenly barge into the Imperial Study and commit such a treasonous act against the Emperor?"
Ning Chenxing slowly raised her head, her eyes reddening, like a deep pool filled with sorrow and fear, with a faint bluish tinge around her reddened eye sockets.
As if frightened by this sudden turn of events, exhaustion and fear were deeply etched on his face.
His body trembled violently, as if being shaken, still unable to extricate himself from that horrific scene.
Every trembling movement seemed to be telling of the deep-seated fear that was hard to dispel.
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