The third day of March in the eleventh year of Hongwu.
The night is as dark as ink, the candlelight is swaying in the princess's bedroom in the East Palace, and the fragrance of medicine is filling the air.
A young woman was lying on the carved wooden bed, her face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible. Beside the bed, a middle-aged woman was holding her hand tightly, with tears streaming down her face.
"Mother... Mother, please wake up..." Mother Qian's voice was filled with tears.
The woman on the bed showed no reaction. She had been in a coma for three days. The doctors took turns checking her pulse, but they all shook their heads and sighed.
The eleventh year of Hongwu was a special year for Ming Dynasty.
In this year, Chang Yuchun, the founding hero of the People's Republic of China, had died of illness for two years. Chang Yuchun's daughter, Chang, had been married to the East Palace for seven years. She was supposed to be a glorious crown princess, but due to postpartum deficiency and long-term illness, she finally ran out of oil on this day.
According to historical records, Chang died of this disease at the age of only twenty-four.
Her husband, Zhu Biao, would follow in her footsteps more than 20 years later and die young at the age of 37.
The tragedy of the Ming Dynasty kicked off from this moment.
However, the gears of fate began to turn.
Just when everyone thought that Chang's death was inevitable——
Her eyes suddenly opened.
