He could not accept it.
"Master!"
"Quick, go and summon the Imperial Physician!"
"Prepare the horses! Get the finest, fastest mounts ready! To the Northern Border!"
The bedchamber was in chaos, cries of grief, startled shouts, and hurried footsteps all blending into one.
And upon the couch, Gu Qing had already fallen into unconsciousness once more.
Like a guttering candle in the wind, his breath grew weaker and weaker, until at last there was not the slightest sound left.
....
The news was conveyed over almost in an instant.
Gu Qing's life and death could not be concealed.
Especially here within Yingtian Prefecture, where innumerable eyes were fixed upon the Gu Clan's situation.
Chuigong Hall.
"The Grand Tutor... has passed?"
When he heard the news of Gu Qing's death, Zhao Hong did not show the joy one might have imagined. Instead he let out a deep sigh, his expression somewhat desolate.
He knew all too well.
With the Gu Clan's prestige standing where it did,
