Yu Zhen vowed to tear down the Emperor's estate once the man dies. Despite the grandeur of shimmering gold and crimson red, everything here was dreary. There were simply too many haunting nightmares created here.
Yu Zhen abhorred this place with a burning passion. He'd personally destroy this place, bit by bit, and have it rebuilt to his liking.
Despite the airy hallways that provided ample sunlight, it was incredibly dark here. The atmosphere that lingered in the Emperor's estate was an unfavorable one. Shadows lingered in corners, waiting to grab helpless souls.
"What is it?" Yu Zhen demanded upon entering the Emperor's bedroom.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the Imperial Physician taking a step back along with a deep bow. Everyone had grim looks on their faces. You'd think the Emperor died or something, but alas, the man let out a wet cough.
"You rascal…" the Emperor breathed out, tossing the blood-coated handkerchief aside.
