Chapter 279 I can’t bear to let you go. Bring her into the palace for me!

Emperor Wu Su did not attend court today and did not release the news that he had woken up.

He returned to Zhaoyang Palace and sat on the couch with a gloomy face to meditate.

Li Yuzong didn't dare to say a word and just stood aside like a wooden man, trying his best to reduce his presence.

Zhao Mingyan regulated his breathing for a long time.

Because of what Ji Qingwu said, he couldn't truly calm down.

The way she concealed her true feelings was full of loopholes. She pretended to be indifferent while speaking hurtful words, but he could see clearly that her clear eyes were full of grievances.

He still couldn't bear to...

Zhao Mingyan's body was tense, but the heat still wouldn't go away.

He had a thorough understanding of the feeling of being in flames when he was stopped at the last moment and suffered the excruciating pain and burning sensation.

The more you use your internal force to press, the more it will bounce back in multiples after a moment.

He said hoarsely: "Li Yuzong."

Li Yuzong followed the order and stepped forward. After taking two steps, he almost fell down. His feet were numb from standing for too long.

Zhao Mingyan opened his eyes, both of which were burning red.

With a face full of anger, he said in a hateful voice: "Go and bring Le Xi to the palace for me!"

Li Yuzong was frightened by this undisguised anger and his legs and feet became even more unsteady.

He walked out with shaking legs, stealing a few glances at the emperor on the way.

Immediately noticing that the hem of His Majesty's robe was tilted high, Li Yuzong's old eyes darted back and forth.

After the emperor woke up, he went to the Wei family overnight. His anger was understandable. After all, no man could accept that his beloved woman married someone else.

But now it's so scary that it's like a spark will cause it to explode instantly.

Is this another incident caused by Miss Ji? But why can’t it be extinguished this time?

Li Yuzong was shocked. Emperor Wu Su had few offspring to begin with, and if this continued for too long, there would be big problems.

Li Yuzong hurriedly walked out of the hall and arranged for his confidant to ride a fast horse to the outside of the city to invite Le Xi over.

*

Now, the people in the city all thought that the emperor was still unconscious and were in panic.

The ministers of the previous dynasty were like ants on hot pot.

In the huge Golden Throne Hall, there is no leader.

The dragon throne was empty. In the past, whenever Emperor Wu Su sat there, no matter what happened, the most people would be frightened by the emperor's cold face.

But I have never felt such a strong sense of panic as I do now.

Emperor Wu Su was lying in Zhaoyang Palace, his life or death uncertain. Several ministers had already shed tears quietly, wiping them away with the sleeves of their official robes.

The court officials had already learned that Xi Jin had sent a large army to launch a surprise attack, and Wei Ting was called away directly from the bridal chamber and sent to the front line.

The officials from the Ministry of Clan Affairs were the first to step forward.

"My Lords, allow me to say a few words. It was agreed before that General Wei and Prime Minister Su would jointly assist in governing the country, but General Zhenbei has already gone to the northern border, and the little prince is still young, so we can only ask the highly respected Prime Minister Su to take charge of the overall situation."

Su Fengyue stood in the front row in a crimson purple official robe, a color that only important officials of the dynasty could wear.

Everyone's eyes turned towards him.

Su Fengyue has white hair on his temples and his face looks old but he is in good spirits.

He sighed and said, "I am old, but I am the prime minister of the Imperial Grace Department. When the emperor is dying, I feel powerless. I can only do my best to stabilize the government for the emperor, so that Beili can be safe and sound."

Su Xiang and his party echoed.

"Prime Minister Su is loyal to the emperor and the people. Even if the emperor is unconscious, he will feel your loyalty."

According to the original plan, Wei Ting and Su Xiang should have been regents together, but the absence of one person had a profound impact.

If the emperor is in a coma for a long time, Su Fengyue will review the memorials submitted from all over Beili.

This court will become a one-man show where Prime Minister Su has the final say.

Lu Juan's eyes swept across the entire room, glimpsed the expressions of the civil and military officials, and finally exchanged a glance with Duan Mingfeng. Neither of them spoke.

But at this time, someone stood up.

He said loudly: "Isn't it too hasty for Prime Minister Su to be the only one assisting in the administration?"

Su Fengyue turned his head and looked at the handsome young man from the Censorate.

He said kindly, "Master Li, what is your opinion? Feel free to speak frankly."

Li Chengxun was not afraid of all kinds of looks and his speech was clear and logical.

"The Emperor is seriously injured, and state affairs should be handled by the Crown Prince, but the young prince is too young to rule the country. At present, General Wei has gone to the northern border to resist foreign enemies, and Prime Minister Su is the only one assisting him. I think the Prime Minister is old, and we should find someone else to share the responsibilities with him."

The official from the Imperial Clan Court who had spoken earlier turned around and sneered, "Lord Li, who do you think can be compared with Prime Minister Su?"

Li Chengxun cupped his hands and said, "I think Prince Yong is the best candidate. He is a royal descendant, the emperor's brother, and the young prince's uncle."

Yong Wang's people came to the morning court, but his soul did not come.

It was only after the officials around him reminded him and whispered a few words in his ear that Zhao Minghong came back to his senses.

He looked at the people standing in the center of the hall.

He said in a hoarse voice: "This prince is not interested in the affairs of the court. I just hope that my brother will wake up soon."

This is true. Prince Yong has looked haggard these past few days. He has dark circles under his eyes and red bloodshot in his eyes. He looks a lot thinner.

For several days, he was so worried about Emperor Wu Su's injury that he lost his appetite.

Prince Yong had no intention of being regent, and he didn't want to pay attention to their dispute.

The official from the Imperial Clan Court said, "Master Li recommended Prince Yong. Everyone knows that Master Li is the prince's brother-in-law. Does this move seem like a move for personal gain?"

Li Chengxun said: "I am sincere in my opinion. If you think Prince Yong is not suitable, I have another candidate."

The man asked sarcastically, "Who is it? Could it be Lord Li himself?"

Li Chengxun looked at the person who had his head down and was moving towards the window.

He called out, "Master Lu."

Lu Juan was a second-rank official holding an important position in the court. Although his position was not as high as that of the prime minister, he was a favorite of the emperor, and in terms of kinship, he was also the cousin of Emperor Wu Su.

It is indeed the right person.

Before Lu Juan could say the words to refuse, Duan Mingfeng suddenly interrupted.

"I also think that Lord Lu is very suitable."

This was to avenge him for being pushed out in front of the emperor yesterday.

Lu Juan showed his face from the crowd and said with a fake smile: "Master Duan, thank you so much."

Just like this, Lu Juan was pushed forward and went to the Secretariat with Su Fengyue to read the memorials. He was only able to return home in the second half of the night.

*

Wei family.

Jiujiu didn't cry or make a fuss when she arrived in a strange place, and she still slept soundly at night.

All this was thanks to the fact that the little girl had spent many days of wandering on the border with Ji Qingwu when she was still in her infancy.

Even after settling down in the clinic in Nanchu, Jiujiu often stayed with her foster mother-in-law during the day.

The mother and daughter are not picky about their living environment. As long as they have a bed and a bowl, they can survive.

Lanzhi brought Jiujiu over.

As soon as the little girl came in, she ran towards Ji Qingwu with a smile on her face.

He first pounced on her legs, then swiftly climbed on top of her, holding her neck tightly and refusing to let go.