"But alas, the Emperor is heartless. He used me to harm the palace concubines, he caused the death of my younger sister, and he even killed me... After my death, the Emperor didn't even grant me a posthumous title."
"Is this a dream, or did it truly happen... I can no longer tell. Life is but a fleeting dream."
Qi thought Lu Xuan had fallen into delirious ramblings from her illness. She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
In the courtyard, the autumn wind rustled, and yellowed leaves spiraled down from the branches, swaying unsteadily before landing.
That night, Li Yuanjing was still outside discussing state affairs with his ministers, while Shen Wei dined alone.
Shen Wei had only taken a few bites when Cai Ping hurried in to report, "Mistress, the one from Changxin Palace has passed away."
Shen Wei was not particularly surprised.
