In the Forbidden Palace, everything was chillingly silent, and the blind Ye Beiming could only fumble his way, exhausting his strength to push open that heavy door.
The sound of the door opening was so dull it was spine-chilling.
Although he could not see, to this day, Ye Beiming still remembered the scene of that night vividly.
When he pushed the door open, a gust of wind, carrying the stench of rotting flesh, brushed his cheeks.
His hearing, heightened by his blindness, picked up a familiar moaning sound.
"Empress Dowager?"
The only response to Ye Beiming was a moan.
Ye Beiming hesitated, but he couldn't help stepping into the Forbidden Palace due to his longing for his birth mother.
He groped his way, knocking over several tables and chairs, until he reached the bedside of Empress Li.
Circling around the moldy silk curtain, his tender fingers touched the woman's hands and feet.
Empress Li's limbs were all broken.
Healed, then broken, healed again, then broken again.
