His forehead started aching again, his head felt swollen, and dizziness came in waves. Countless images filled his vision, flashing by at lightning speed.,"How is my son" a noblewoman asked, rushing in from outside. Behind her stood two rows of palace maids, standing silently, each holding a palace lamp and motionless, not daring to lift their heads.,The Edict of Self-Blame wasn't written by the emperor, which is also quite common.。