She only knew that something had gone wrong on Crane-Crying Island.
Her son was in danger.
Moreover, even the emperor didn't have the means to initiate a rescue at this time.
Wu Yuemei didn't speak; she just stood there dumbfounded, her needlework and the Brocade Handkerchief slipping weakly from her hands to the floor.
Unbeknownst to her, sparkling tears had begun to form in her beautiful eyes.
The tears flowed silently from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and falling to the ground.
"Guanger, my Guanger..."
"He can't be in trouble, he just can't be..."
She hastily stood up, intending to walk out of the courtyard.
But she didn't get far.
Wu Yuemei felt a sudden dizziness in her head and fainted.
Her body trembled once.
Limp, she collapsed onto the ground.
Everything happened so fast that Mrs. Xue couldn't react in time, barely managing to catch Wu Yuemei's body and urgently calling for servants.
"Someone, get the physician here!"
