And just as Yu Qingyi and his companions hurried towards the Capital City, within the Imperial City of the Capital, Emperor Chengping also received the memorial and gifts from Yang Zhenshan.
The current Emperor Chengping hardly intervened in state affairs anymore; although he wasn't at the brink of death yet, he was nearly there.
Most of his days were spent in a drowsy stupor, only lucid for a little more than two hours, with sluggish limbs, even walking had become an insurmountable task.
Birth, aging, illness, and death are the natural course of life; no matter if you're the Emperor, you're merely a speck in the ocean in the face of these, small and powerless.
The wheel of life rolls on relentlessly, no one can stop its pace, no one can escape its cycle.
At this moment, Emperor Chengping had just awakened from his midday nap, the time of day when he felt most alert.
Eunuch Chen, accompanied by a few young eunuchs, arrived at the bedchamber with several boxes in hand.
