Imperial Physicians hurried to Lingxue Hall.
A large crowd surrounded Consort Liu.
Her view was blocked by the crowd. She could no longer see Prince Zhao.
She knew Prince Zhao was unwilling to grant her request.
It wasn't surprising, really.
He had always been like this—cold and ruthless, never showing a shred of sympathy for others just because they were weak.
Consort Liu couldn't help but think of the Emperor.
Since she had been imprisoned, the Emperor hadn't come to see her even once.
'Even though I made a mistake, we shared a bed for so many years. I even bore him a son. Could our long history together truly be wiped clean in the blink of an eye?'
In some ways, Prince Zhao and the Emperor were very similar.
'No wonder they were father and son.'
The Heavenly Family is heartless.
Once again, Consort Liu felt the profound weight of those words.
An Imperial Physician's panicked cry rang in her ears.
"The Noble Consort is fading fast!"
