Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 1116 The emperor fell ill and cannot be passed on
Murong Jingxue returned to Jingyuan, sat blankly on the chair, stared at the teacup on the table in a daze.

I remembered how I saw the emperor when I entered the palace, but after not seeing him for a day, I felt that the emperor was much older.

When Murong Jingxue saw the emperor, she was in the imperial study, but she was not sitting on the dragon chair as usual, but lying on the couch, her face was sickly pale, accompanied by several coughs.

According to Eunuch Zhao, the emperor fainted after hearing the news of Concubine Zhen's suicide. Originally, the second prince's death hit him hard, and he tried not to show it in normal times, he was trying his best to suppress himself.

The emperor's body has been deteriorating since taking those medicines when he got sick last time, and his body has become worse than before. He knew that after taking the medicines she sent to the palace, his health improved slightly, but he didn't expect to encounter these things again.

When Eunuch Zhao said these words, Murong Jingxue thought of what Xuanyuan Zhan said last time, that the emperor was given chronic poison among the medicines he took, which made the emperor's health worse and worse.

"Eunuch Zhao, didn't the emperor send the imperial doctor to see him when he was sick?"

Eunuch Zhao shook his head, "The emperor refuses to pass it on, on the one hand because the emperor doesn't believe it, on the other hand."

"Eunuch Zhao." Just as Eunuch Zhao said this, the emperor just woke up and called him, blocking Murong Jingxue's next questioning.

"Your Majesty, this old slave is here." Eunuch Zhao stepped forward and replied, "Report to Your Majesty, Miss Murong is here."

The emperor's eyes fell on Murong Jingxue, then sat up from the couch, smiled at Murong Jingxue, "Girl, you are here."

Seeing the emperor's appearance, for some reason, Murong Jingxue felt very uncomfortable. Although he is the emperor, above ten thousand people, and is called long live all the time, he doesn't even have a single person he can trust, and he is sick. No trusted imperial doctor came to check his pulse, wanted to talk, and no trusted person came to listen to his chatter.

It is said that high places are extremely cold, and only now did Murong Jingxue fully understand the meaning of this sentence. Although the emperor is honored as the Ninth Five-Year King and has supreme rights, but besides rights, he even has things that ordinary people have. None, and the reason why the emperor often summoned her was simply to find someone to talk to him.

After listening to what the emperor said for more than an hour, Murong Jingxue did not come out of the palace until the emperor was tired and fell asleep. The news of the emperor's illness cannot be spread, otherwise... .

Eunuch Zhao didn't say anything about the consequences, but Murong Jingxue understood very well that it doesn't matter if people know about other people's illnesses, but the emperor is different. If someone with a heart listens to it, it will cause unpredictability As a result, it will not be a matter of the emperor's illness, it will be a matter of dynasty change.

On the way back to the prime minister's mansion, she kept thinking how great it would be if Ning Xuan was here. If Ning Xuan was here, Murong Jingxue could secretly bring Ning Xuan into the palace, see a doctor for the emperor, and then prescribe the right medicine. At least Ning Xuan is trustworthy, isn't it?
The sound of approaching footsteps in the garden interrupted Murong Jingxue's thoughts. Turning her head, she saw Hehua and Bihe walking in. They both greeted Murong Jingxue, "Miss, we are back."

Murong Jingxue nodded and smiled, "Okay, go and do your work, and leave me alone."

Hehua and Bihe looked at each other, both lowered their heads, "Yes, Miss."

(End of this chapter)