Emperor Muwu sat up, his brow tightly furrowed. "What did you say?"
The palace servant lowered his head, his body trembling slightly with fear.
"This servant went to deliver a meal to Princess Yuhe this morning, but no one answered no matter how I knocked. I had a bad feeling. In the past, Princess Yuhe was always an early riser; something like this had never happened. I took the liberty of pushing the door, but... but I found it was locked from the inside!"
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face still a mask of terror.
"I didn't dare delay, so I kicked the door open. And then... and then... I saw Princess Yuhe lying on the bed. She wasn't breathing!"
Emperor Muwu's expression turned cold and grim.
"Someone! Prepare my carriage for Yaohua Palace!"
Eunuch Li dropped to his knees. "Your Majesty, please reconsider! You... your illness has not yet healed. How can you... how can you..."
