Xing lay on the rose bed, with Min and Sheng sitting on either side, their little faces pale with fright, sobbing quietly... The wet nurse wiped her tears and kept calling Xing's name.
The room fell silent, like death, save for the low sobs of the wet nurse and Min and Sheng.
Xing's face was flushed, his chest heaving as if he had difficulty breathing; his small body was curled up, tears still clinging to his cheeks, and a bruise on his brow likely from a fall.
Vomit was splattered on the ground.
"Xing!" The Grand Dowager exclaimed as she rushed over, almost collapsing onto the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Xiqiu looked on, heart aching, unable to utter a word.
Fourth Master Xiao ushered the Imperial Physician in, who immediately advanced to feel the pulse. His face changed, and he ordered, "Bring realgar!"
Realgar again? Could it be the same condition as Old Madam Lou?
