In the blink of an eye, Empress Dowager Zhou's phoenix carriage arrived.
Xuanyuan Qi looked up and braced himself.
He naturally knew why his mother had come. Everyone in the palace probably knew now.
"Mother," Xuanyuan Qi called softly.
Empress Dowager Zhou had just turned sixty this year, and her hair was already white. She grabbed the armrest and got out of the phoenix carriage with a trembling body. The palace maid wanted to help her, but Xuanyuan Qi beat her to it.
"Where's your brother? Where is he? I want to see."
Following everyone's gazes, she saw the figure lying quietly in the hall. In an instant, it was as if an invisible bolt of lightning had exploded in Empress Dowager Zhou's ears and mind, making her dizzy and even lose all consciousness in an instant.
Tears had already rolled down her face.
Xuanyuan Qi hurriedly supported her, and a hot tear fell on the back of his hand.
