Inside Biquan Palace, the Empress Dowager had just finished her medicine and was about to lie down for a while.
The recent rebellion had left her deeply unsettled. Combined with her advanced age, various minor ailments had begun to crop up one after another.
The Chief Imperial Doctor had prescribed her medicine, urging her to relax and not worry excessively.
The Empress Dowager agreed verbally, but her heart was heavy with anxiety.
'The rebel army is at our very doorstep. How could I not be worried?'
A little eunuch rushed in.
"Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, the Saint has been taken hostage!"
The Empress Dowager shot bolt upright, startled, and demanded urgently.
"What do you mean, 'taken hostage'? The Emperor was perfectly fine in the palace! How could he be taken hostage? Where are the Yulin Guards and the Night Owl Guard? Are they all useless?!"
The little eunuch had run all the way here and was panting for breath.
