Feng Chi’s hand unconsciously caressed her cheek. He whispered softly in her ear, “Wait for me.”
As night fell, the chief eunuch saw the King and Queen still asleep. He bravely stepped forward and called softly, “His Majesty, Her Majesty.”
No one responded.
The chief eunuch, seeing how soundly they slept, dared not call out loudly, lest he anger the King. More precisely, he feared upsetting the Queen, which would be fatal. Just as he was at a loss as to what to do, a child, about thirteen or fourteen, approached.
The chief eunuch, upon seeing the Crown Prince, adopted by His Majesty, felt as if he had found a savior.
“Your Highness, the King and Queen have slept all afternoon. Look, it’s already dark, isn’t it…” The chief eunuch looked at him eagerly.
The young man glanced at him, unaware of his underlying concern: fear of upsetting his father and mother.
However, sleeping all afternoon was a bit too much.
The young man’s face was childish, but his eyes shone with a calm, wise light. He stepped forward and called softly, “Father, Mother.”
The young man called out, but seeing no response from them, a slight frown crept into his heart.
“Father, Mother, it’s dark.”
This time, the young man’s voice rose a few notches, but still, the two people remained silent.
Sensing something was amiss, the young man reached forward. When he touched Feng Chi’s body, the coldness sent a tremor through him. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for Bei Yutang, wanting to touch her, but afraid.
As his hand rested on Bei Yutang’s face, the young man’s eyes flushed red, tears streaming down his face.
The chief eunuch also realized something was wrong and carefully reached out his hand to place it between the King and Queen’s noses. There was no breath.
“His Majesty and Her Majesty have passed away.”
All the palace maids and eunuchs knelt, their cries shattering the stillness of the night.
The tolling of the bell echoed throughout the imperial city.
***
When Bei Yutang regained consciousness, she felt something dripping onto her face. She opened her eyes to see Xiao Zimo’s bean-sized tears falling, dripping down her cheeks.
When Xiao Zimo saw Bei Yutang awake, his eyes opened wide, filled with joy. He threw himself on her, sobbing, his voice choking as he said, “Mother, I thought, I thought you’d never wake up again.”
Bei Yutang felt weak and reached out to hug Xiao Zimo. Her throat, dry from not being moistened for a long time, uttered a broken, unpleasant sound.
Xiao Zimo immediately stopped crying when he heard his mother speak. He said in a soft, childish voice, “Mother, don’t talk. Get some rest.”
Bei Yutang managed to utter a single word with difficulty: “Water.”
Xiao Zimo heard clearly, scrambled down, and ran to the table to fetch a cup of tea.
After drinking the tea and moistening her throat, Bei Yutang felt much better.
Bei Yutang sat up and wiped the tears from Xiao Zimo’s face.
“Did Mother scare you this time?”
Xiao Zimo nodded.
This was the first time his mother had slept for so long, so long that he was very scared, very scared, afraid that she would never wake up again and never want him again.
At first, he wasn’t worried, but as the seventh and eighth days approached, and his mother still hadn’t woken, Xiao Zimo became deeply concerned. He kept telling himself that his mother would wake up and that everything would be fine.
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