The time in autumn passes extremely quickly, the Emperor has been unconscious for a day and two nights, and by the time the early morning court session arrives the next day, he still has not woken up, forcing yet another court recess.
At this point, the ministers could no longer hold back, several important officials of the court supporting several Princes swarmed in front of Yangxin Hall, clamoring to see the Emperor.
The guard general stationed before the hall had no choice but to announce their presence inside.
After a short while, Song Zhiyuan appeared at the door of Yangxin Hall, yet he did not step outside, just looked down at the crowd from above.
Having endured a day and night, even with a brief rest, he was tormented by nightmares and did not sleep well. His vitality seemed somewhat diminished compared to usual.
"Prime Minister Song, what is happening to the Emperor? You cannot keep it concealed from us."
