Chapter 284 The Emperor Builds Momentum for Shen Zhao

>. [I am in a very bad mood right now. Can this fake get out of here right now and stop hanging around in front of me?!

He still wants to be king, why doesn't he go to heaven?

You've taken my son's identity and still want to command your own troops—that's just wishful thinking.]

Concubine Hui quietly moved her hand, which was covering her handkerchief, away a little and stole a glance at Xie Yuheng who was standing behind Duke Xie.

But she saw her Heng'er looking at General Chu beside her with a worried look on her face.

General Chu holds a very important position in Heng'er's heart.

Even more important than her mother.

She knew that she was being jealous for no reason, after all, Heng'er didn't know his true identity.

But it’s so sour!

Concubine Hui shifted her gaze from Xie Yuheng and glanced at Chu Mu beside her.

Whether it was because of his kindness in saving the emperor or his friendship with Heng'er, she would protect him from now on.

Although she was jealous.

The Third Prince, who was unaware of the situation, wailed, "Mother...I am worried about you and Father...Mother!"

Concubine Hui cursed inwardly: Why are you yelling so loudly! Are you trying to scare me to death?

Can’t you see that I’m in a bad mood now!

But she cried even louder than before, completely drowning out the Third Prince's voice.

The third prince almost suffered internal injuries when he saw his mother crying so hard that she was out of breath.

[Mother, why is she crying?]

[Father has woken up, and she is crying.]

[Women are truly incapable of accomplishing anything, and are always more capable of causing trouble. All they know is to cry. Your son, I, am about to become the laughing stock of Kyoto, and yet I am still crying...

Don't try to make me king!

No wonder he is still outshined by that bitch Queen despite having enjoyed the emperor's favor for so many years.

It seems that I can only rely on myself to achieve great things.]

In such a serious situation, Shen Zhao looked at the Third Prince's anxious expression as he tried to wake up Concubine Hui, and he inexplicably wanted to laugh.

Even if he shouted his throat out, he would not wake up Concubine Hui who was pretending to cry.

The old emperor waved his hand and said, "What are you still standing there for? Send the Third Prince back to his mansion.

If anything happens to the Third Prince, I will hold you responsible."

The guards nearby immediately took orders and approached the third prince.

"Your Majesty...I am now well..." The guards lifted the Third Prince up regardless of his shouting.

The Third Prince's face changed drastically. This was too humiliating for a prince.

"How dare you! Put me down now!"

A hint of impatience flashed quickly in the old emperor's eyes.

"Don't you even listen to me? I really dote on you too much."

The Third Prince was startled, "Father, I was too worried about you..."

The old emperor's expression softened considerably. "I know all about you. You are my good son. Seeing you injured and still waiting here, how can I feel at ease? If you are truly worried about your father, then listen to me and return home to recuperate."

The third prince wanted to say something else, but when he saw the displeasure rising in the old emperor's eyes, he immediately shut his mouth.

I couldn't help but blame my mother who was still crying.

Can't mother stop and take a look at him?

Help him out!

For a moment, no one could guess what the emperor was thinking. Was the emperor doting on the third prince or disliking him?

The Third Prince was embarrassed in public.

Without the third prince, the Hall of Supreme Harmony suddenly became much quieter.

All the ministers came forward to ask about the old emperor's health.

The old emperor's reaction was indifferent and even perfunctory.

"I know that you, my dear ministers, are worried and praying for me. This time, it was not only Prince Zhong who saved me, but also these two doctors from the Divine Doctor Valley."

As he spoke, the old emperor looked at Li Yuwan and Feng Li with eyes full of gratitude.

Li Yuwan curled her lips.

[Finally you remembered me, my aunt. Please reward me.]

"To thank you two, I'll offer you a reward of ten thousand taels, a residence in Kyoto, and one hundred pieces of gold silk brocade..."

The old emperor listed countless treasures in succession, the number of which was staggering.

While others were envious, they also sighed in their hearts that if it weren't for these two female doctors, the emperor would probably have died.

They should take these rewards!

Chen Zhao listened to everyone's thoughts and knew that this was the result of Li Yuwan's halo as the protagonist.

If it were someone else, these ministers would be so jealous if the old emperor gave them so many treasures.

Li Yuwan's favorability and system are really useful.

Li Yuwan's expression became increasingly ugly.

[Damn it! What I want is not material possessions, but status, status, status!]

Adopt Chu Mu as your son and make him the Prince of Zhong. I don’t ask to be a princess, but at least make me a county lady. I can also accept the title of county lady.

You want to send me away just by giving me these yellow and white things!]

Shen Zhao looked at Li Yuwan sympathetically. The emperor would not give her what she wanted.

After all, in the old emperor's mind, Li Yuwan is a dangerous person.

Suddenly I heard the old emperor's voice.

[My guess was right. There is something wrong with this girl who presented the precious medicine.

She was unmoved by the gold, silver and treasures, and even had a donkey face and was very angry.

I guess he has other plans... He is being disrespectful in front of me, trying to get my attention.

I am not the tyrant king who is bewitched by beauty. You really underestimate me...]

"Ahem..." Shen Zhao was choked by his saliva and interrupted the old emperor's thoughts.

"Mu'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Chu, what's wrong with you?"

The old emperor and Xie Yuheng expressed their concern at the same time.

Chen Zhao quickly replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty, and General Xie for your concern. I caught a cold after being caught in the rain a couple of days ago, and I'm still not well. I cough every now and then."

Could she say that she was shocked by the old emperor's voice?

Of course not!

If Li Yuwan knew what the emperor was thinking, I wonder if she would be furious.

The old emperor narrowed his eyes.

Now that I can't get angry with that vicious queen, why not take this opportunity to build momentum for Mu'er.

He has indeed owed Mu'er a lot for his indifference over the years in order to check and balance the court.

He then looked directly at the Minister of Revenue and asked:

"Have the winter supplies for the Jingzhong Camp been delivered?"

The Minister of Revenue felt a pang of fear in his heart and stood out from the queue.

“A batch was delivered.”

[Wuwu… Help! His Majesty, instead of apprehending the assassin, is asking if winter supplies have arrived for the Beijing camp. Why?!]

The old emperor frowned and said in a more serious tone, "A batch?"

The Minister of Revenue lowered his head quickly and explained tremblingly:

“Because the Ministry of Revenue is unable to prepare all the supplies needed by the Jingzhong Camp, and I am worried that the soldiers will catch a cold, I have sent half of the supplies to the Jingzhong Camp first.

But rest assured, Your Majesty, I am already gathering supplies as quickly as possible, and will have everything ready for the Beijing camp in a few days."

[Who would understand? Ever since I delivered that half batch of supplies, I have been at peace and no longer thought about preparing supplies for the Beijing Camp.

Now I have to bite the bullet and go buy it.]

Chen Zhao listened to the Minister of Revenue's thoughts, and she knew that he would no longer send supplies to the Jingzhong Camp.

Now that he was singled out by the old emperor, he had to send it off even if he didn't want to.

The old emperor gave the Minister of Revenue a cold look.

"I have given you many chances, but you don't cherish them and have thrown my instructions behind your back. My dear, what do you think I should do with you?"

The word "my dear" made the Minister of Revenue's legs go weak and he fell to his knees with a thud.