The Emperor couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or disappointed. He was afraid that the diagnosis would soon bring a conclusion, yet he also wished to quickly finish so he could be by her side. A myriad of emotions turned the ice in his eyes into deep concern and anxiety.
He quietly stepped until he was about ten steps away from the door and stopped, looking toward the direction of the sleeping chamber, his whole being fell silent, all his thoughts of the person inside condensed into waiting at a standstill...
The night grew colder, his broad shoulders and dark hair covered in frost.
Not until Zhang Qing returned after a long while, did he feel a pang in his heart seeing this. After reporting the matter concerning Consort Liu, he worriedly advised, "Your Majesty, it's deep night and bitter cold, please wait in the hall."
No response came, the Emperor still stood tall, staring at the sleeping chamber, motionless.
