The old crone was well beyond her seventieth year, her hair gray and white, dressed in a direct-collared, dark yellow robe befitting of a Grand Preceptor, her thin face framed by faint eyebrows, and beneath those brows, eyes that seemed to have seen thousands of sails, brimming with wisdom.
Upon seeing Emperor Yongye, she gave a slight nod of her head.
"Grand Preceptor Wu, please examine Jinjin's illness quickly."
Emperor Yongye, as if seeing a savior, let out a long sigh of relief.
The old woman was none other than Grand Preceptor Wu, who held a transcendent status in the Great Chu Dynasty; she often traveled abroad and had just returned to Chu City not long ago.
Hearing that something had happened in the Imperial Palace, she entered the palace yesterday, but didn't notice anything unusual.
Grand Preceptor Wu walked to the bedside and saw a handsome young boy with his eyes tightly closed, his face as pale as golden paper.
