"This concubine dares not," they said together.
The emperor snorted at them coldly.
He did not allow either of them to rise.
Instead, he looked at Rong Qinglei lying on the bed with a heavy and sorrowful expression.
The emperor had few children to begin with.
Among them, Rong Qinglei had always been physically weak.
Because of this, the emperor cared for him even more than for his other sons.
Rong Qinglei's birth mother had also passed away early, which added even more pity to the emperor's concern.
Over the years, the emperor had spared no expense to treat Rong Qinglei's illness.
He had even handed over financial authority to Rong Qinglei so that he could access funds freely for medical treatment at any time.
Yet even so, it seemed that he still could not keep him alive.
With the emperor's anger hanging over the room, no one dared to breathe loudly.
The hall became terrifyingly quiet.
From afar, Yue Mingxuan looked at Rong Qinglei lying on the bed.
