It was thundering outside. In the cold room, Weiyang was lying on the bed. Her beautiful face was pale, her lips cracked. Her hands were on the belly and she looked at the canopy with empty eyes. Tears were falling down her face. "I am so sorry… Mummy could not protect you…"
The palace maid Qing'er ran in and knelt before the bed. She cried and begged, "Madam, please don't be too sad. It's not good for you. The little prince would feel bad for you in heaven."
Weiyang closed her eyes slightly to prevent the tears from falling but the pain on her face was obvious. After a long while, she asked in a low voice, "Where is the emperor?"
Qing'er heard that and her face changed slightly. She stammered, "Madam, the emperor, the emperor is busy, so…"
"You think I don't know that there are newcomers in the palace?" Weiyang's voice was calm.
