Empress Mo and Luo Xue quietly went into Princess Zhao Yang's sleeping chamber. To their surprise, the royal chamber was deserted and cold, with no one on guard.
Empress Mo felt a pang of sorrow and instructed Luo Xue to guard outside of the hall. She herself rushed to Princess Zhao Yang's couch.
"Zhao Yang... Yuyu..."
Seeing her daughter, who was barely alive on the couch, the Empress Mo felt as if her heart was being wrenched out. She swallowed her tears, grabbed her daughter's shoulders, and gently swayed her.
"Yuyu, wake up, we don't have much time..."
"Yuyu, Jin Guifei is probably on her way to Zhao Yang Palace now, if we don't speak now, it will be too late..."
Zhao Yang slowly opened her eyes, weakly gazing at the haggard mother in front of her, opened her mouth, and whispered, "Imperial Mother..."
Immediately, two lines of tears flowed down her face like torrents.
