"Ah—!" A panicked scream rang out, "Your Majesty—Your Majesty—"
With everyone watching, there was no way to hide anything. Before Fu Shun could even speak, panicked screams erupted all around. The thunder outside the hall couldn't mask the panic filling the room.
"Give it all to our family—" Fu Shun said in a deep voice, his unique hoarse voice with a sharp tone that was unbearable to hear.
"What happened? Has something happened?" A clear, melodious voice, tinged with anxiety, rang out from outside the door. Mu Yanran, dressed in elegant attire, led a group of people forward quickly.
Looking at the dense crowd in front of him, the clever Fu Shun had already foreseen the outcome. His vision went black, and he fell headfirst to the ground, coincidentally blocking the gap under the dragon bed and completely trapping Situ Yuan.
Mu Yanran frowned when she saw Fu Shun's appearance. He was the Emperor's personal attendant! Yet he was so timid.
"Imperial Physician, how is the Emperor's injury?" He must be alright now! The medicine had no harmful effects whatsoever, Mu Yanran thought.
Unbeknownst to Mu Yanran, after he asked that question, the imperial physician's trembling body swallowed the bitterness in his mouth. The physician stammered, "His Majesty...His Majesty...has passed away—"
As he finished speaking, the imperial physician put his hands on the ground, buried his head between his arms, and dared not look at the faces of those present.
With a thud, Mu Yanran, caught off guard, collapsed to her knees, her face numb. Tears streamed down her cheeks, each drop falling and shattering on the ground, mirroring the pain in her heart. How could this be?
"Your Majesty—" Wuyou cried out, her legs buckling. With Lüqiao's help, she managed to stand, tears streaming down her face. Her snow-white handkerchief gradually became damp, but a slow smile played on her lips beneath it.
It's done.
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