The Emperor's sleeping chamber.
Chu Qianli walked in and noticed that the window curtains were drawn, and the Emperor was lying on the bed.
But why, there were no Imperial Physicians around?
Wasn't he poisoned?
"This Leader..."
"I am Yang Xun." Yang Xun stated with an expressionless face.
"Commander Yang, may I ask... what is the Emperor's current condition?"
There was clearly a medicinal smell around, but it was not very strong; it seemed as if someone had used medicine, but everything had been cleared away.
The man on the Dragon Bed was either sleeping or unconscious, and from this distance, Chu Qianli couldn't sense his breath.
She wanted to go over and check, but it seemed inappropriate as per etiquette.
If he truly was poisoned, why was no one attempting resuscitation?
What exactly was going on?
Yang Xun glanced at her, then back at the distant Dragon Bed.
