Everyone had left, the room suddenly felt much emptier, and the medicinal scent seemed to become even richer.
Amid the fragrance of medicine, there seemed to be a faint hint of incense that, in this resplendent and luxurious chamber, contributed to an air of beautiful decay, as if it were the moment just before the extreme bloom withers away.
What does she want to do?
Chu Yu felt a moment of tension but laughed at herself for being overly cautious; she had even coaxed the Emperor with fair words, so why should she now fear a dying patient?
With a relieved smile, Chu Yu walked to the bedside and knelt down by Empress Dowager Wang's hand, softly saying, "Does Mother have any other instructions?" Having resolved to let this woman pass on peacefully, Chu Yu's demeanor was especially natural, and although her heart was still filled mostly with pity, her face at least resembled that of a filial daughter.
