Yu Wenrui sprang from his seat as he saw Gu Shengyin block that blow.
He ran to the Emperor's side with all his might.
But by the time he reached her, she had already stopped breathing.
Yu Wenrui's hands couldn't stop trembling.
The Emperor, seeing his expression, thought he was overly grieving the death of his junior sister.
The spring hunt was certainly halted, and Consort Li's body was carried back to the palace, where the Emperor ordered a grand funeral.
However, that night, a fire broke out in the palace where Consort Li resided. Everything was reduced to ashes, and not even her intact body remained.
The Emperor could only sigh.
Yu Wenrui personally held You Lan's body and placed it in his own room.
The servants in his room were all deaf-mutes, so he wasn't afraid they would spill any secrets.
"You Lan… you must hate me, right?"
