The Emperor Critically Ill

Several palace maids and eunuchs called out anxiously in low voices, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Your Majesty, wake up!"

Wu Zetian blinked and dimly made out several figures before her.

Seeing the emperor's eyes slowly open, the palace maids and eunuchs said happily, "His Majesty is awake! Awake! Awake!"

At last, they no longer had to live in fear and anxiety.

Wu Zetian suddenly propped herself up and asked blankly, "Where am I?"

The head palace maid standing nearby immediately replied respectfully, "Your Majesty is in your bedchamber."

Wu Zetian was greatly startled and hurriedly looked over the palace maids and eunuchs.

Seeing that she was indeed in her bedchamber, Wu Zetian asked in confusion, "What happened to me?"

The maid said worriedly, "Your Majesty, you had another nightmare, didn't you?"

Wu Zetian looked at her. "Chunxiang, are you saying I was dreaming?"

Chunxiang nodded. "Yes. Just now, Your Majesty kept crying that there was a ghost. We dared to wake you only then."

Recalling that vivid, lifelike dream, Wu Zetian murmured, "Another nightmare! Strange... Why was this dream so clear? Why? Why?"

Chunxiang asked, "Your Majesty, shall I summon the imperial physician to examine you?"

Wu Zetian considered it, then said, "Summon Imperial Physician Feng Chunlai."

Chunxiang immediately acknowledged the order and left.

Meanwhile, the rain outside grew ever heavier, while thunder rumbled without cease, making the silent night feel especially unsettled.

Di Residence, main hall.

Di Chun carried a cup of hot tea, intending to bring it to Di Renjie, who was still busy with official business.

Suddenly, Li Yuanfang came up from behind and called, "Di Chun."

Di Chun stopped at once, turned around, and smiled. "General Li, it's you! You still haven't rested?"

Li Yuanfang stepped forward. "I couldn't sleep. I wanted to speak with