Death In The Palace [I]

A'll of a sudden, the emperor became more pleasant.

Yang Yiting was really unable to vomit at this time, if not, she would have vomited blood. Your Majesty, do you have schizophrenia? That act was so frightening, or do you think it was funny?

At this moment, the maid who was serving outside the hall came to report again. "Your highness, Lord Yuan is outside to see you."

Why was he back here again? Yang Yiting thought in confusion. Emperor Ming just woke up. Did he hear about the news so soon?

Emperor Ming smiled knowingly. "Let him in."

In the flickering candlelight, a man who was as cold as jade slowly wheeled himself into the chamber. Although he was dressed in black, he was more than depressed and gloomy, but in Yang Yiting's eyes, he was still arrogant, brilliant and dazzling.

Meng Yuan pushed the wheelchair and slowly stopped in front of the dragon bed.