The sound of banging at the third watch came in the distance, dull and long, like knocking on people's hearts.
As soon as Shen Qingci closed the medical book and prepared to go to bed, the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open with a bang. The cold wind swept in, causing the candlelight to dance wildly, pulling her shadow on the wall into a wild dance.
"Judgment Shen! Hurry! Your Majesty is in critical condition. I order you to enter the palace immediately for examination!"
It was Wang Dequan, the personal eunuch beside the emperor. His voice was sharp, breaking his usual calmness. His whole figure was like a cat whose tail had been burned by fire, and he was so anxious that he was sweating. The bright yellow eunuch uniform he wore looked particularly dazzling in the dim candlelight.
Shen Qingci's heart sank suddenly.
