It was but a day.
The Emperor had died, the Empress had died, and deep within the palace, the Empress Dowager had also ended her remaining days with a cup of Crane's Red.
Xiao Pingfeng was so disturbed by these events that he hadn't slept well for an entire half-month.
By the time he had realized, it had been a long while since he had last seen his beloved Wanqing.
That day, as she held the Imperial Edict, a fleeting look of guilt in her eyes made Xiao Pingfeng feel slightly uneasy.
"Your Highness, those ministers from yesterday have come again," the Little Eunuch rushed into the Imperial Study.
Xiao Pingfeng tossed the memorial he was holding onto the desk and rubbed his aching forehead, "I know."
They had come for seven days straight, each time urging him to hold the succession ceremony as soon as possible.
But Xiao Pingfeng didn't want to be the Emperor at all.
