Pushing open the heavy doors, Kang Chen and a group of people who could turn this nation upside down, stepped together into the last place the king would stay in his life.
The aging king, about to meet his maker, was lying on that grand, opulent bed, its headboard adorned with intricate ivory carvings and studded with enormous gemstones, each one priceless.
However, no matter the amount of wealth, none of it could stay the king's increasingly fleeting life.
The old king, with an oxygen mask on, exhaled more than he inhaled. His turbid eyes were already dim and lifeless and the pallor of death had spread all over his body. Yet, he still clung to life, waiting for his subjects to allow his most beloved son to ascend the throne.
Kang Chen glanced at the minister beside him, who stepped forward, bowing his head reverently, and said, "Your Majesty, we very much understand your wishes. Please rest in peace. We will certainly not betray your hope ..."