The entrance to Guangming Hall was packed with commoners, making it impervious to water.
Inside the hall, the Princess Consort was crying out, "My dear Yuan, my dear Yuan."
Chu You had also hurried over, her eyes brimming with tears, "Brother Su Yuan, how are you now?"
Su Yuan lay on the bed, covered in blood, clinging to his last breath.
All the doctors took turns checking his pulse, only to shake their heads in the end.
"Princess Consort, Commandery Prince, we are powerless in the face of the Princely Heir's condition."
"Shut up, you quacks! You even thought of entering the Su Family's Guangming Hall with such medical skills, useless!"
The Princess Consort picked up an object and furiously hurled it at them.
The doctors' faces turned sour.
It wasn't their fault, after all. If anyone was to blame, it was the severity of the Princely Heir's injuries and the fact that he wasn't found until this morning, missing the best opportunity for treatment.
