Outside, the noise was drawing ever nearer.
Some were truly anxious, while others were purely there for the spectacle, and, of course, to witness the outcome.
Chu Qianli's brows were tightly knitted.
"Your Majesty..." Yang Xun looked at the man behind the bed curtains on the Dragon Bed, a tinge of unease in his heart.
"Your Majesty, they're truly here."
Chu Qianli's eyes darkened slightly, realizing that indeed, everyone knew these people were coming.
Should anything happen to the Emperor, those with intentions could exploit this situation, instantly causing a huge stir in the court.
If the Emperor were to fall seriously ill or his life endangered by this poison, then the topic of succession would immediately be brought to the forefront.
"Let them roll out of here!" the Emperor commanded in a hoarse voice.
This voice sounded fine, but Chu Qianli, who was beside herself with urgency, had witnessed the Emperor being poisoned.
