XXVII: This Beau is Running Out of Time

The grand empress dowager is sitting comfortably on a cushion. There's no light coming from the outside. The secret room inside her hall has only several candles to give her light in the dark. The sandalwood scent from the burned incense is lingering in the entire place.

The room is not anything special except that there's an altar facing the West. In the middle of it, two memorial tablets are situated. One has the name of his late husband and the other one has the name of the late emperor, her son, and the Yin siblings' father.

But that's not the only thing that makes this secret room not so special.

In the dark corner of the room, there's this chaise lounge. Yes, just a luxury elongated chair. Nothing strange about it except there's a body laying down on it. It's a body of a woman. Her consciousness had long since separated from her container. However, for some reason, her body is well-preserved and she looks like she's just sleeping soundly. She could have lo