As everyone left, the room suddenly felt much more spacious, and the scent of medicine seemed to thicken.
Amid the medicinal aroma, there seemed to be a faint hint of incense, adding a touch of exquisite decay to the lavish room, as if flowers had bloomed to their fullest, right before the moment of withering.
What was she going to do?
Chu Yu was momentarily nervous but laughed at herself for being overly cautious. She had deceived the Emperor with sweet words; why was she now afraid of a dying patient?
With a relieved smile, Chu Yu walked to the bedside and knelt next to Empress Dowager Wang, gently asking, "Mother, do you have any other instructions?" She had resolved to let this woman depart in peace, and Chu Yu's demeanor was exceptionally natural, though inside she felt mostly pity, but at least she appeared like a filial daughter.
Empress Dowager Wang slightly lifted her hand, and Chu Yu grasped it, feeling sorrow for the thinness of these hands once again.
