"Call the imperial physician! Quickly call the imperial physician!"
Inside the bedchamber of Xue Ye, the shrill and panicked screams of the Chief Palace Eunuch echoed.
The entire imperial palace was instantly seized by a silent tension, an oppressive and heavy atmosphere spreading like thick fog, penetrating every glazed tile and every inch of the palace walls.
And the Prince's Mansion at this moment was even more dead-silent than the imperial palace.
Our little angel Qian Renxue had locked herself in her bedchamber ever since returning to the Prince's Mansion, sinking into a prolonged silence.
At this moment she collapsed weakly into the brocade bed curtains, her long golden hair scattered across the pillow like a crumpled bolt of silk.
Her aura was listless, and those dazzling golden eyes were bloodshot, staring straight at the dark patterns on the top of the canopy.
Over and over again in her mind, the words of Xue Ye echoed.
Truly----how laughable.
Truly laughable to the extreme!
Even if she truly inherited the Throne, the Heaven Dou Empire would inevitably see its lords carving out territories and crumbling apart.
It would be of no use whatsoever to the rule of Spirit Hall!
If it really came to that, what were these twenty years of effort on her part worth?
Not only had she sacrificed her time for cultivation, but she also had to forcefully swallow her nausea and pander to the major princes and nobles, living a life that did not resemble herself at all.
Yet what was the outcome in the end?
She suddenly sat up, her movement too hasty, causing the bed curtains to sway violently. She stepped barefoot onto the cold floor tiles, walking step by step to the dressing table and picking up the gold-inlaid bronze mirror.
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