After a night of wind and snow, the palaces of the Imperial City lay under a veil of melancholy.
When Princess Consort Duan arrived, Emperor Guangxi had just finished his medicine and was about to lie down. Upon seeing her, he sat up again.
Even with his frail and emaciated body, his eyes still carried the unfathomable majesty accumulated from ruling the world for decades.
Princess Consort Duan thought of that secret message and felt a chill run down her spine.
It seemed only at this moment did she truly grasp the meaning of "the awe of an Emperor".
"How is it?" Emperor Guangxi looked at her, asking casually.
Princess Consort Duan halted her steps, knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, I have sinned. I failed to complete the task."
"Oh?" There was no fluctuation on Emperor Guangxi's face, "The secret message was intercepted?"
