She dragged her numb limps and walked to the bed where Yu Wenhao just lay on. As soon as she slept on it, her whole body was trembling. What had happened these days was totally beyond her imagination.
She failed in her research and kept running into weird things instead.
People said that science and theology would eventually reach the same end by different paths.
When the human brain was developed to a certain level, you could pick things up by psychokinesis and come and go using teleportation. You would be able to automatically read all kinds of information, just like the gods worshiped by man today.
She raised her trembling hand, trying to reach the box in her sleeve pocket to get a sense of reality. The sleeve slid down, exposing her white wrist with a fresh red cut on it.
She was taken back and tried to recall when did she get that. Maybe it was from the fought she had with Yu Wenhao just now.
Then she denied the answer. The blood on the edge of the cut had coagulated, and the sleeve was also stained with blood. This must have been at least half an hour ago.
Half an hour ago?
Yuan Qingling squinted her eyes and remembered that while waiting outside the hall, she was thrown away by Yu Wenhao, and Chu Mingcui came to support her.
She now wondered if Chu Mingcui had done more than just support.
She remembered that when Chu Mingcui retreated to Prince Wenqing’s side, she seemed surprised.
Thinking of that, Yuan Qingling figured it out.
Chu Mingcui intentionally hurt her, but she failed because of the effect of the herbal tea. Yuan Qingling would have got furious and sworn aloud before, which might get herself in prison or even killed given how solemn the occasion was.
Yuan Qingling had a shiver run through her body. She could barely believe that she could be so vicious.
Yuan Qingling originally thought Chu Mingcui was kind. After all, everyone looked at her disdainfully, and only Chu Mingcui greeted her nicely.
Unexpectedly, under that pretty face hid a vicious soul.
In the sleeping hall of the Retired Emperor,
all the princes had entered the room and said goodbye to their grandfather. Now, everyone was kneeling outside, waiting for the Retired Emperor to stop breathing.
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn and sad. The air was almost mixed with the vapor of tears. The Queen Mother and the noble concubine were both overwhelmed with grief, and the servants had to take them out temporarily.
Emperor Mingyuan was also sitting outside, waiting for Eunuch Chang who was waiting inside to make the announcement, then he would kneel to see his father leave the world.
Everyone was ready for that moment to come.
Finally, the dark curtain was lifted. Emperor Mingyuan frowned with his eyes full of sorrow. His limp softened, but before he knelt, Eunuch Chang said with great joy, "His Majesty wants to have some millet congee."
The Emperor freeze, and rushed over to see his father. He had already opened his eyes and was stroking Lucky. He looked so much better than before.
"Hurry, tell the imperial kitchen to get some millet congee right now!" Emperor Mingyuan was overjoyed with a tinge of excitement in his voice.
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