Shih Jieyu passed away in the middle of the night.
When Zhaoer discovered it the next morning, the body was already cold.
Her hands, like withered branches, were folded over her chest, and her pale face still bore a slight smile.
She looked as if she were asleep, peaceful and serene.
"My lady!" Zhaoer cried, her heart breaking.
Her voice drew the attention of the other Palace Attendants.
They all rushed over, and upon seeing the scene inside the bed curtains, they froze.
A moment later, one by one, they fell to their knees and wept bitterly.
"My lady!"
Regardless of whether their feelings were genuine or feigned, the Emperor had visited just the day before. The arrangements following her death were bound to be grand, and they, as servants, would naturally share in the prestige. They might even receive a generous reward, so crying vigorously was the right thing to do.
News of Shih Jieyu's death quickly spread throughout the Harem.
