"She is not dead! Do not disturb Langling with your murmuring—get out!" he roared.
"The veins on his temples throbbed violently, his voice breaking with rage. 'What are you all waiting for? Treat her this instant! Can't you see that Langling can hardly breathe? If anything happens to her, I will see every last one of you buried with her!'"
The courtyard fell into stunned silence. Faces drained of color; servants and concubines shrank back in terror. The Emperor's eyes burned scarlet, filled with a killing intent so sharp it suffocated the air itself. Even De Fei, usually calm and composed, felt her heart hammering against her ribs.
Why… why are his eyes so red? Is it some disease? she wondered, dread knotting in her chest.
Wen Fei, standing closest, trembled violently. The wave of killing intent pouring from the Emperor nearly crushed her to the ground. She staggered back a step, her lips pale, but she dared not cry out, too afraid that the slightest sound might draw his wrath.
