The Grand Play Begins

Dawn had only just broken, and the first light of morning had barely appeared. The chill of night still lingered over Morning Song City, yet a piercing wail suddenly rang out from the Longevity Immortal Palace where Daji resided. It cut through the palace walls and startled the nearby attendants.

The wail was mournful and winding, brimming with pain. Whoever heard it could not help but feel pity.

Before long, news that "Daji had fallen gravely ill and even several imperial physicians were powerless to treat her" swiftly spread through the palace and reached Di Xin's ears.

The moment Di Xin heard this, his heart clenched. How could he still care about holding court? Without even straightening his robes, he rushed toward the Longevity Immortal Palace, his expression frantic and his heart filled with worry.

The instant he entered the bedchamber, Di Xin saw Daji lying on the bed.

Her face was white as paper, her lips bloodless, her eyes tightly shut, and her breathing faint. None of her usual delicate charm and seductive allure remained; she looked as though she might fade away at any moment.

Seeing her like this, Di Xin's heart overflowed with anguish. He hurried to her side, his voice trembling. "My beauty, what happened to you? You were perfectly fine yesterday. How did you become like this overnight?"

Hearing the tenderness in Di Xin's voice, Daji slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was unfocused as she barely managed to prop herself up, intending to greet him with proper ceremony.

Yet the moment she moved, she began coughing violently. Her body swayed precariously, as if she would collapse the next instant.

Di Xin's heart tightened. How could he let her bow to him? He crossed the distance in a few swift strides and gently gathered her