Prosperous Emperor's Favorite: The Doctor Crown Princess

Chapter 72
The commander of the Imperial Guard broke in panting, terrified as if he had seen a ghost, "Queen Mother, it's bad, the moat suddenly burst, the river flooded into the palace, and the treasury was flooded!"

The queen mother swayed for a while, she could hardly believe her ears, and sent someone to snatch the treasures and silver from the treasury! "If the national treasury runs out of money, the consequences will be disastrous.

She no longer had the intention of holding a banquet, and completely locked the family members of all the ministers in the prison to listen to them, leaving her confidant ministers to rescue the treasury.

In the side hall, Situ Xi's eyes were cold, and a strong hatred was burning in his heart. He would slowly get back what the fake emperor and queen mother owed him.

An hour later, the exhausted Empress Dowager returned to the Hall of Supreme Harmony with red eyes. Those explosions came so suddenly that the entire treasury was flooded, and even a tael of silver was not recovered.

"Take me to see Grandma Huang." Situ Xi said to Su Jiayan after coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Can your body hold it?" She was worried, and she was terrified after seeing the man swallow so much poison in the morning.

"I won't die so easily, Yan'er, you don't have to worry." He hasn't taken revenge yet, how could he just die like this?

She had no choice but to help him to come in front of the Queen Mother, "Grandmother, did the emperor get into trouble, or let the high priest in the temple take a look? Grandson is really worried about the emperor's health."

The Empress Dowager's eyes brightened sharply, as if she had grasped the last straw, "Go and ask the high priest to come, now only he can save the emperor, let him come!"

Soon, someone went to the temple and invited the high priest of immortal style to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to check the pulse of the unconscious emperor who was bleeding from seven orifices. I was framed by a traitor, this is controlled by puppet art and witchcraft, if the murderer is not caught in time, Longteng Kingdom will fall into a land of eternal doom!"

"Who is that person? Get him out quickly, the emperor can do nothing."

"Please calm down, Queen Mother. Even if you want to cut off the puppet technique, you can't do it now. You can only choose to lure out the person who controls the puppet on the night of the full moon, and then burn it to ashes with the holy fire of the temple. Act rashly It can only end up in the end of burning everything." The high priest explained in a very peaceful voice.

"Yesterday was the night of the full moon. Wouldn't it be too long to wait until next month? Wouldn't it make the emperor unconscious for a whole month? At that time, the country must be in chaos. My lord priest, I beg you to find a way." Let the emperor wake up quickly."

The queen mother was very worried, she finally had everything with her son, and she couldn't let it just disappear.

The high priest thought for a while, then stared solemnly into the Queen Mother's eyes, "I can only make him wake up quickly, but we must not bother him. Handling the affairs of the government should be temporarily handed over to His Highness the Crown Prince, and the Emperor will keep an eye on him. After the night of the full moon, the emperor will do it himself."

"Isn't it good to hand it over to Yu'er? If it's not possible, it's better to hand it over to Xu'er." In fact, the queen mother is not at ease when the power is handed over to the prince.

"It's all up to the queen mother to decide." The corner of the high priest's mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, and no emotion could be seen in his deep eyes.

The high priest didn't insist, lit strange incense, shot like a gust of wind, and tapped dozens of times on the emperor's body, muttering words, the main hall was shrouded in blue light, and a series of black smoke flowed from the emperor's body. Slowly floating out, lingering around him.The solemn and oppressive atmosphere lasted for half an hour, and the high priest, who was as unpredictable as a fairy, finally stopped what he was doing and stepped aside.

At this time, the bloodstains on the emperor's seven orifices slowly shrank back as if they had life, and the expression on the emperor's face was no longer painful, and he fell into a peaceful sleep.

(End of this chapter)