She went to the East Palace to be a eunuch, and the prince became her subordinate.

Mo Qingsong knelt on the ground, his head hanging slightly, but he was still a little drunk, and his body was swaying while he was kneeling there.

Concubine Lin's eyes were full of helplessness, how could he have such a son.

"Do you still want to get into that position? If you are so spineless, I don't need to help you plan." Over the years, she has helped this child overtly and covertly, but he has become more and more decadent.

Upon hearing this, his face showed a bit of determination, and he still wanted to walk up to that position and take a look.

"Your father is vomiting blood and is in a coma today, but you are here indulging in singing and dancing. If Mo Yunzheng knows, do you think you will have any good fruits?" Lin Guifei said earnestly, should she still teach you these principles?

As the eldest son of the emperor, he should have been by his side for the first time, but today the prince was the only one beside the emperor.

Vomiting blood and comatose? Mo Qingsong frowned, "Mother, my father was fine when I went to see my father today." When he left, his father was still approving the memorial. Why did this happen?

Upon hearing his words, Concubine Lin's face darkened a bit. It seemed that the suspicion of the Holy Emperor's sudden illness would fall on his side.

"It seems we can't wait any longer." Concubine Lin's eyes were stunned, and then she murmured to herself. There was no time to wait any longer.

The Holy Spirit's body is getting worse day by day, and what happened today may have been done intentionally by someone.

"Concubine, please help me." Mo Qingsong immediately kowtowed to Concubine Lin, and Ye Qingwan on the side followed his actions.

She thought that her husband was sitting in the supreme position. A proud person like him should belong to that position by birth.

"You must listen to me in the future, otherwise even gods can't help you." Lin Guifei sighed, what can be done about this, it is still a piece of flesh that fell off her body, she can't help others.

In the dark alley, the palace maid looked furtively inside, and the slightest movement could scare her.

Why hasn't anyone come yet? The palace maid waited a little foolishly. If the person didn't come, she would be discovered.

Suddenly a figure appeared outside the alley, and the palace maid immediately stepped forward upon seeing it.

"This is for you." The palace maid took out a bag of silver from her sleeves and put it in the other person's hand, and then disappeared into the alleyway with the object given by the other party.

"Mother, Du Juan is back."

The person who was originally lying on the chaise longue opened his eyes immediately and sat up straight.

It would be nice if he came back. She was worried in her heart. She didn't expect to come back so soon.

The palace maid named Du Juan put the things on the table, then stood aside.

"Let's see if it's that object?" Concubine Lin said slowly. The maid beside her immediately stepped forward to check, and then nodded with certainty.

It's this object. It took a lot of effort to find it. This thing is very rare. It can only be found among the people.

"Du Juan, are you willing to be asked by me to serve you in front of the Holy Emperor?" Upon hearing such a good job, the palace maid immediately agreed, but she didn't know that this was just a huge conspiracy.

The maid she arranged entered the imperial study room to serve him without anyone noticing, and was responsible for his majesty's daily meals.

Du Juan carefully put the powder in her cuffs into the white porridge in front of her, and then stirred it with a spoon, but it couldn't be seen at all.

"Eunuch, this is your Majesty's meal today." Du Huan came forward with the white porridge. The eunuch in charge immediately stopped her, then took out a silver needle and placed it in the porridge. Seeing this, she was inevitably a little nervous, and the hand holding the porridge was trembling slightly. If it was found to be poisonous, wouldn't she die here?

Murdering the Holy One is a serious crime of beheading!

Du Juan was extremely flustered, but when she took out the silver needle from the porridge, there was no change at all.

Is this thing not poisonous? Du Juan couldn't help but wonder, could this really be a magic medicine that can cure His Majesty?
That day, the imperial concubine insisted on her doing this, and she was worried that it was poisoning. However, the imperial concubine said that this product could help His Majesty get better soon, so she accepted the job.

"Go in." Du Juan bowed slightly and walked in with the porridge.

"Your Majesty, it's time to eat." The person on the bed opened his eyes slightly, and you could see that it was still difficult for him to sit up, but he was lucky to wake up.

The imperial doctor said that his dragon body was too weak, but he was old and had to work hard on state affairs. No matter how strong his body was, he could not withstand such fatigue.

Du Juan scooped up the porridge with a spoon and fed it into his mouth. She only let go when she saw that he was heartbroken after drinking.

The news that the Holy Emperor was seriously ill spread like wildfire, causing panic among the government and the public.

As the prince, Mo Yunzheng came to the court, and it was natural for him to supervise political affairs.

"Your Highness, there is a flood in the south. Please open a warehouse to provide food to save the people from the fire and water." Mo Qingsong walked to the center of the hall and spoke slowly.

"When did you get the news?" Mo Yunzheng frowned, why didn't he get the news? How did he get it?
Mo Qingsong lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth. This news was originally from several days ago, but he had someone suppress it so that it could come in handy today.

"Urgent report from Nanzhou."

Mo Yunzheng frowned. This matter was not something he could decide alone. The opening of a warehouse to provide grain would depend on the local government's grain harvesting situation.

"How much food does the government office have?"

As soon as he said this, the details of the government's grain collection were written up in a memorial and sent up, and he took it and looked at it carefully.

"No grain? How is this possible?" Mo Yunzheng frowned and closed the memorial in his hand.

Every government office receives grain from the imperial court every year. How is this possible that these government offices in Nanzhou actually wrote a letter saying that there is no grain storage in the government office.

Mo Qingsong raised the corners of his mouth, feeling better now.

Today's court is different from the past. He has been planning for today for a long time, and he also has the help of his mother and concubine.

"Your Highness, Nanzhou has been plagued by floods all year round. The government's disaster relief food has long been used up. Now there are floods again, and the local people are miserable." Mo Qingsong grasped the people's sentiments below in great detail, including several places in Nanzhou. He knew all the place names clearly.

At this moment, he was standing in the court, already possessing the qualities that a prince should have, but only Mo Yunzheng knew in his heart whether he really knew or was just pretending.

"Distributing disaster relief food from the national treasury must ensure the safety of the people." Mo Yunzheng said solemnly. There is still a lot of food in the treasury, which should be enough for Nanzhou to use for a while.

The food sent by the court is ready to go on the road, but what the soldiers escorting the food don't know is that there is a huge trap waiting for them on the road.

Mo Yunzheng was sitting at the desk, holding a brush in his hand. People outside hurried in, "Your Highness, you are ready." (End of Chapter)