"Alright, I'll go..."
With a burst of panicked chaos, palace maids instantly dashed towards the imperial study, while others sought the imperial physician.
The remaining ladies-in-waiting quickly knelt and lifted Zhao Douan who was nearly unconscious and covered in blood, waiting for the Imperial Guard to arrive and transport him to the nearest room.
After a short while,
when the Emperor of Great Yu received the report and hastily made her way guided to the room, the gathered palace maids uniformly saluted, "Your Majesty!"
Xu Zhenguan's usually pale face bore no smile, and she struggled to remain calm, but the overt tension was unmistakable.
"Is Mr. Zhao in the room?"
"Yes, your servants have summoned the physician inside..."
Xu Zhenguan, not waiting for the servant to finish, pushed open the door amid the winter chill.
"Whimper..."
The cold air swirled in behind her, instantly filling the quaint bedroom.
