Similar scenes played out in the other consorts' chambers. One by one, soldiers arrived, delivering the Emperor's decree with the same grim efficiency.
Each consort was left with a mixture of fear, confusion, and curiosity.
In the courtyard of the Sixth Consort, a loud commotion erupted as the message was delivered.
The Sixth Consort, a younger woman with a sharp tongue, immediately called for her attendants.
"What happened to the prince? Speak!" she demanded, gripping the soldier's arm tightly.
The soldier remained stoic. "The Crown Prince's safety remains uncertain, Your Grace. We have been instructed to deliver His Majesty's orders and return to duty."
The Sixth Consort's face twisted with frustration. "Uncertain? You can't tell me if he's alive or dead?"
...
Meanwhile, in the courtyard of the First Consort, a hushed meeting was already taking place. Several consorts had gathered, their voices low but urgent.
