There's Still Hope
Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the imperial palace, in the crown prince's room, was a large bed in the middle.
The room was spacious enough with a modest touch of grandeur, not too extravagant nor too plain.
On the only bed in the room, a woman who looked in her late sixties was lying on the bed with a pale complexion.
Her body seemed frail, and her expression was sickly, making one think that she had been bedridden for quite a while.
Her eyes were closed while her facial features were a bit contorted, as if she was experiencing some pain within her body.
She seemed as if she couldn't sleep in peace no matter how much she wanted to.
*CLICK*
Hearing the sound of the doors opening, her lips quivered as it arched into a smile and faintly asked, "Son, are you back?"