In the room, apart from the Elder Queen's two exclusive physicians, who were monitoring her condition at all times, there was also His Majesty the Emperor.
He sat beside the Elder Queen, his hands trembling as he tightly held those of the old queen. His eyes were tinged red and full of bloodshot streaks, a tempestuous wave of **** flowing deeply beneath them. He looked ten years older, void of any charismatic aura he used to project, and draped in a cloak of sorrow.
Upon seeing Helian Chengyan enter the room, His Majesty lifted his head, waved him over and spoke in a low voice, "Come quickly, your grandmother has something to say to you."
She had been holding on, waiting for his return.
Now, she might deliver her last testament...
"Grandmother, I'm back," Helian Chengyan arrived at the bedside, and seeing his grandmother with weak breaths, seemingly on the precipice of eternal slumber, he, a man of strong mettle, could not hold back the welling tears.
