"Look! The woman whose mere presence once compelled all to bow with reverence is now being forcibly dragged by the royal guards. How utterly disgraceful," whispered one of the ministers as he observed the pitiful condition of Yang Lingxin.
Nonetheless, the prevailing belief among everyone was that she had brought this fate upon herself.
She let her ambition consume her and shattered her once blissful married life in her audacious attempt to poison His Majesty. Had she exercised restraint over her insatiable greed, she could have basked in a life of luxury and earned the respect of all as the revered Empress of the Empire.
Amidst the somber gathering bidding farewell to Yang Lingxin, hushed whispers permeated the air, as if the spectators were not so much bidding farewell as they were eagerly observing her expulsion from the palace, destined to be exiled to the desolate cold palace where she would meet her solitary and desolate end.
