Zheng Qing was furious.
"Have you all no shame? At the age of fourteen, the Ninth Prince took up arms and fought on the battlefield. That year, the Dayu Kingdom invaded the border, and countless civilians and soldiers were killed or wounded. It was he who led the vanguard squad and bravely killed a thousand Dayu Kingdom cavalrymen, securing a chance for survival. When he was sixteen, the eighteen cities of Yizhou declared themselves independent and plotted a rebellion. The surrounding cities were all implicated, their food supplies were cut off, and the heavy troops in the capital could not cross the natural barrier of Changxia Pass. It was the Ninth Prince who, single-handedly, disregarded his own safety and forced his way through the pass to deliver the message. He even captured the rebels at night and protected the safety of the people of the eighteen cities. Now you sit high in the imperial court, living a peaceful life, yet you regard your former heroes as demons. Don't your consciences hurt?"
As he spoke, he kicked Sun Ke.
"And you, you bastard, those assassins just now shot poisoned arrows all at the common people. You stopped us from doing anything, and you didn't even step forward to help. How do you have the face to be supported by the people!"
At this moment, the few people who had just been rescued also stepped forward.
“His Highness the Ninth Prince is a good person. He would rather be injured himself than let me be killed by a sword. How could such a person be a monster?”
"Yes, it was he who protected us ordinary people."
The people support it.
The crowd continued to discuss it.
He Nian stepped forward.
"General Sun, over the years, your crimes of plundering the people and allowing your subordinates to bully the weak are too numerous to mention. I have already prepared a memorial to impeach you at court. Now, I have witnessed with my own eyes how you abandon the people and do nothing. How can you be a general?"
Sun Ke didn't expect that this round would be all aimed at him.
He immediately became anxious.
"I am leading troops to protect the Emperor. Is the Emperor's comfort less important than that of these common people?"
"You bastard!"
Mo Yunzhao roared in anger.
"The people are the foundation of the nation; without the people, there is no ruler!"
He Nian glanced at Xiao Ping, and the two of them knelt down together.
"Our Emperor is wise and benevolent to all under Heaven, which is a blessing to our Great Zhou Dynasty."
All the people also knelt down in worship.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
At least they managed to save some face.
Mo Yunzhao raised his hand with a gentle expression.
"Get up, all of you. Xiao Jiu, come with me to the palace."
Mo Shaojun said urgently, "Father, shouldn't we reconsider..."
"Shut up!"
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yunzhao swept a sharp look at him.
"Look at the kind of people you've brought! I will definitely investigate the Sun Ke matter thoroughly!"
Mo Shaojun's expression changed drastically.
My heart was pounding.
The group entered the palace in a grand procession.
Mo Yunhan, however, wanted to go to Kuihe Palace to pick up the person first.
But Mo Yunzhao stopped him.
"Little Nine, your father's body can't hold on much longer. Now you must put aside your personal feelings for your children."
Mo Yunhan glanced at him.
"Why wasn't my royal brother in any hurry at the city gate just now?"
These words nearly made Mo Yunzhao vomit blood.
They could only watch helplessly as Mo Yunhan swept aside the guards at Kuihe Hall and rushed inside.
"Yan Yunqing, take men to Kunning Palace and tell them that the Emperor Emeritus is critically ill and that you must take the Empress Dowager to Yangxin Hall no matter what. If the Red Armor Guards dare to obstruct you, just charge in."
Yan Yunqing bowed and accepted.
Mo Yunzhao composed himself and strode inside.
"Little Jiu, about the Ninth Prince's Consort..."
He was about to explain when he saw Mo Yunhan leading Jiang Qingwan out of the bedroom.
Jiang Qingwan was completely unharmed, with no hair or tail intact.
Disappearing out of thin air, then reappearing out of thin air again.
An unprecedented sense of panic rose in Mo Yunzhao's heart.
Looking at the two people who came side by side, so close and intimate, he suddenly felt that it wasn't impossible for him to have his head cut off on the dragon bed one night.
This made him even more uneasy than the 100,000 elite troops under the command of the retired emperor behind Mo Yunhan.
"Your Majesty, I knew you would never harm Wan'er."
Mo Yunhan's words brought him back to his senses.
He smiled subtly, his gaze fixed on Jiang Qingwan's face.
"Has the Ninth Princess Consort been in the Kuihe Palace all along? Why have I searched for so long without finding her? I wonder where she is hiding?"
Jiang Qingwan smiled and said, "I sleep in my bedchamber. Did Your Majesty go to your bedchamber as well?"
Mo Yunzhao's face turned slightly red with embarrassment.
He did go, but it was really embarrassing to have it said in front of Mo Yunhan.
He gave an awkward laugh and immediately changed the subject.
"Since we have nothing else to do, let's go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation together."
Jiang Qingwan had no chance to catch up with Mo Yunhan along the way.
They arrived at the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Looking at the deathly aura surrounding the bed and the withered old man, Jiang Qingwan couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
She didn't step forward, but obediently let go of Mo Yunhan's hand.
The head of the Imperial Medical Academy led all the physicians in kneeling on the ground to pay their respects.
Zhong Yuan, who was in a complete mess, saw Jiang Qingwan as if she had seen a savior and scrambled to her feet.
"Please, Your Highness, find a way to save the Emperor Emeritus!"
The head of the Imperial Medical Academy snorted coldly.
"Zhong Yuan, are you getting senile? We have so many renowned doctors, and you can't do it? You want to ask a woman for help?"
Zhong Yuan completely ignored him.
In his eyes, only Jiang Qingwan could save the Emperor Emeritus.
Although he had been rejected many times, he was well aware of Jiang Qingwan's abilities.
This will surely allow the retired emperor to live a few more days.
As he was pleading and crying, a wooden box suddenly appeared before him.
"Give this medicine to Father Emperor, and it will extend his life by three months."
Zhong Yuan froze, looking up blankly at Mo Yunhan.
"Is this... medicine given by the Ninth Prince's Consort?"
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