Xian Guifei's hands tightened on the armrests of her wheelchair, her upper body jerking forward in alarm. "What is the matter with my son? Is he all right?"
Shen Yiming bowed respectfully before speaking, his voice grave. "The First Prince is in critical condition. His head was struck by a stone when he fell into the water, and he remained submerged for too long. If his fever does not break by tomorrow… he may lose his wits."
Gasps filled the air. Shen Yiming's eyes softened with pity for the young prince. This must have been orchestrated by someone in the harem. He have seen such cruel tricks countless times since the reign of the late Emperor. What could he not understand by now? But he wisely kept these thoughts to himself. He wanted no part in such deadly schemes.
The Emperor's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as silence pressed down upon the hall. No one dared to speak, each waiting for his decision.
