The gilt candlesticks at the palace banquet cast a warm yellow light on the corridor, and Shen Wanqing's fingers holding the tea cup were slightly curled.
She was standing in the ranks of the officials of the Imperial Hospital, and the hem of her green shirt was lifted up by the draft - this was her third year of transfer to the Imperial Medical Bureau, and it was the first time she was allowed to attend the Spring Festival Banquet hosted by the Crown Princess.
"The Crown Princess!"
Screams pierced the silk and bamboo.
Shen Wanqing shook her hand and the tea cup fell to the ground.
When she raised her head, she saw the gilt couch above her shaking violently, Crown Princess Liu Ruyan's body hitting the desk hard, the sapphire hairpin bursting out, and jade beads falling all over the floor.
"Send the doctor to the doctor quickly!" Someone shouted.
But there is no need to pass it at all.
Shen Wanqing stared at the figure lying in the pool of blood - Liu Ruyan's face was as blue as if it had been dipped in indigo, black and purple foam overflowed from the corners of her mouth, her nails dug deeply into the brocade, and the blood seeping out between her fingers mixed with white foam, spreading strange flowers on the bright yellow skirt.
