Qin Yuan entered the inner chamber to take a look. In the depths of the bed curtains, the emaciated Sixth Lady Gu was covered with a large red quilt, which made her skin-and-bone face appear as yellow as gold paper. Her lips were pale with a hint of bluish-black, her eyes tightly shut, and after a while, one could barely see her chest faintly rising and falling.
Clearly, she was not long for this world.
Gu Baoshu rushed in, nearly screaming at the sight before her.
Qin Yuan sighed, indeed, it was just a matter of dragging on for a few days, counting as many as they came.
Although this was long anticipated, it was still hard to witness.
Leaving the inner chamber, Qin Yuan instructed someone to promptly summon Sixth Master Gu, starting to plan the funeral arrangements in her mind, and thinking about quickly inviting the Magistrate to confirm the situation.
