Yin Weiyin gazed at the altar and, after a long silence, murmured:
"Will no one die?"
The late emperor smiled indifferently and replied:
"Even if one dies, does that mean they cannot live here in this ghost city? I have already made arrangements for many things that follow."
At these words, Yin Weiyin's thoughts grew complex,
The long-desired path to immortality was once again within reach.
She neither agreed nor refused, merely gazing quietly into the distance.
Standing on the terrace for a while, Yin Weiyin eventually turned back,
the maidservants immediately following behind her—one lifting the hem of her Taoist robe, another clearing the path ahead, and one walking beside her at her left side.
She walked all the way to the tea room, took her seat there, personally poured herself a cup of tea, and gazed at the rippling tea broth. Suddenly, she asked:
"Has anyone found out about him?"
