In the Silk Palace
Jin Guifei, looking wan and feeble, sat back against the headboard of a babu bed with her eyes tightly closed. Her already drooping mouth corners were pinched tightly together, giving the impression that she might erupt in a furious outburst at any moment. Everyone in the entire Palace was on tenterhooks, attending to her with utmost caution, daring not to make the slightest mistake, lest they become an outlet for the Empress's unwarranted venting of wrath and consequently lose their little lives.