Life is unpredictable.
When Wufu saw Emperor Yan again, these words suddenly popped into her mind. In just a few days, a person had changed drastically. Is this not the unpredictability of life?
Emperor Yan looked as if he was on the verge of death!
Wufu lowered her gaze and began to believe that those people at the Imperial Astronomical Observatory were not just good-for-nothings. Their stargazing truly seemed a bit mystical.
"Ah. Your Majesty!" A concubine stood up, exclaiming in shock upon seeing the emaciated Emperor Yan.
"How dare you!" Eunuch Lu scolded.
The concubines were also shocked beyond measure. They knew the Emperor was not well, but they didn't expect him to look so frail, as if he might collapse at any moment.
"Your Majesty, you..." Consort Lan stepped forward, tears rolling down, her eyes filled with worry.
Emperor Yan said, "My health is not well, making you all worry. Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, let's all sit down and have a reunion dinner."
