The prince was also grief-stricken, burst into tears, and knelt on the ground.
When the psychic priest went to collect His Majesty's body, he saw Fang Fei holding His Majesty's hand tightly and refusing to let go no matter what. Two maids rushed forward and helped Empress Feng. However, Empress Feng's whole body
After two or three days of boiling, the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. He was dying. His eyelids opened slightly, but they could not be opened.
"Queen...Queen..."
There was a lot of flowers in front of my eyes, and I didn't know whether it was the Taoist priest calling me or the prince calling me. There were many people kneeling in front of my eyes in a blur, and it was completely dark.
At a certain moment, I forgot about the fact that His Majesty was gone, and just subconsciously reached out my hand again and held that hand tightly - such a cold hand, but I couldn't feel it anyway.
Even his warm heartbeat stopped completely, leaving only boundless darkness.
At night, there is only such boundless darkness in life!
I can't feel the warmth at all!
Her vision went dark and she fainted again.
"Save the queen quickly..."
The prince shouted, and several imperial doctors stood there tremblingly.
"Quick, what are you doing standing still?" He had completely lost his mind about the imperial doctor, and quickly turned to the psychic Taoist Priest, "Taoist Priest, what should I do with the Queen? Is she... in any danger?"
Channeling the long trumpet pulse, he said hurriedly: "The queen has been deprived of water and rice for a long time and has been excessively sad... It's nothing serious. Your Highness, don't panic..."
The other ministers were shocked when they saw the queen fainting. Yuanhe, Yihun and others exchanged glances. Yihun's beard was raised up and down, and his eyes just fell on the queen, as if he wanted to see if she had really fainted.
Or fake syncope.
The psychic Taoist priest no longer had time to worry about the queen, so he only asked a few maids to carry her down and send her to the lounge next door for recuperation. The ministers came up one after another and paid homage to His Majesty's body. Originally, they were going to grow up.
It’s time to kneel down and worship, but His Majesty has already issued an edict, and only the Taoist Master of the Channel is allowed to handle it.
Several ministers who cared about His Majesty's life looked at His Majesty's body and were convinced that His Majesty was dead, and then quickly retreated.