Chapter 624 Divine Medicine?
After Jiang Ren finished speaking, he looked up at the Emperor and continued, "As Your Majesty instructed, I have already informed the Regent's Palace of this matter, and I presume the Regent is aware of it by now."
"Cough...cough cough...Well done."
The Emperor coughed lightly twice, leaned back on the couch with his eyes tightly closed, and casually uttered this compliment.
Jiang Ren hesitated for a moment before speaking again: "Your Majesty, the Regent has learned of Li Junping's situation, which is likely more harmful than beneficial to us. If he really makes a move, it will be difficult to defend against..."
"Make a move? I'm afraid Xiao Yuanshan won't do anything. Otherwise, what's the point?"
The Emperor chuckled softly, glancing at Jiang Ren, whose brows were tightly furrowed, and then spoke again: "It's alright, aren't the people we sent out protecting him? Just make sure no one dies." He rubbed his fingers together, then suddenly raised an eyebrow: "How many more days until Li Junping arrives in the capital?"
"Your Majesty, Li Junping's journey is not slow. He will arrive in three to seven or eight days at most. However, if the Regent interferes, there may be unforeseen circumstances. Your Majesty, do you think we should send more men?"
Jiang Ren spoke with some concern: "After all, Li Junping is Li Rong's eldest son. Li Rong is now in charge of troops, and if we want him to obey, having more people means having more leverage."
"No need. Jiang Nuanzhi is enough to deal with Li Rong," the Emperor said, then chuckled again, seemingly finding his own words laughable.
Jiang Ren was stunned, and the face of that sharp-tongued woman flashed through his mind. Was it true that even heroes couldn't resist the charms of a beautiful woman? How could such a woman be so deeply favored by Li Rong? And even used to manipulate him? Jiang Ren found it somewhat absurd.
The jumbled thoughts lingered in Jiang Ren's mind for only a moment before he looked at the Emperor with a hint of surprise in his voice: "Your Majesty, if that's the case, then why did we go to such lengths to arrange for Li Junping to come to the capital?"
"Why? Of course, it's to make things difficult for Xiao Yuanshan."
The Emperor seemed to be in a good mood today, replying with a slight smile. However, seeing Jiang Ren's puzzled expression, the Emperor didn't continue the topic. He tapped his slender, thin fingers lightly twice on the table, then sighed, "Seven or eight days to enter the capital? That's too slow."
As he spoke, a flickering light flashed in the Emperor's dark eyes, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
"If Your Majesty is in such a hurry, why don't I send someone to meet you?"
"Enough." The Emperor waved his hand casually, then looked up again: "How's the investigation into the princess going? How confident are you that the child is the youngest daughter of the Li family?"
The Emperor asked casually, but his eyes remained fixed on Jiang Ren, never looking away.
Jiang Ren clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Your Majesty, I happen to have something to give you..."
As he spoke, he reached into his sleeve and took out a file.
But it hadn't been presented yet. The next second, a creaking sound was heard behind me.
The door to the emperor's bedchamber opened, and a man in black entered. As if no one else was around, he walked steadily to the emperor's bedside carrying a tray: "Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."
Jiang Ren frowned and looked curiously at the man in black in front of him.
It was common for him to enter the imperial court, and he had actually encountered this old man in black several times. He had overheard the legendary physician Que mention him once; this man was none other than the world-renowned Ghost Doctor, Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow. It was said that he could truly bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded!
At that moment, he glanced at the frail emperor in front of him, then at the medicine on the tray, before lowering his eyes.
"Jiang Ren, you go down and wait here."
Jiang Ren hesitated for a moment, clutching the scroll in his sleeve, before finally bowing and retreating at the Emperor's signal.
As Jiang Ren brushed past the man in black in front of him, he couldn't help but frown.
Having spent many years studying the Dali Temple, Jiang Ren was exceptionally sensitive to the smell of blood. Almost instinctively, his gaze fell on the small, dark green porcelain bottle on the tray.
Suddenly sensing a gaze upon him, Jiang Ren quickly looked away. He composed himself, lowered his head, and hurried out the door.
As Jiang Ren's figure disappeared before his eyes, the Ghost Doctor chuckled twice: "Your Majesty, this medicine is different today, so hurry up and take it."
The emperor glanced at him, then at the porcelain bottle, his eyes showing a hint of disgust, but he still managed to swallow it with difficulty as his attendants helped him.
Not long after taking the medicine, the Emperor felt a warm current flowing through his limbs and bones. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the Ghost Doctor in front of him, praising him without reservation: "Ghost Doctor's medical skills have improved again. This medicine is good. I feel that the stuffy feeling in my lungs has been relieved a little. Ghost Doctor, you can make more. It's a bit smelly, but I can bear with it."
"Your Majesty, this won't do." The Ghost Doctor's eyes flickered. He stared intently at the Emperor, a hint of barely perceptible excitement in his eyes. "Your Majesty, isn't this medicine effective? It's made from the blood of your most beloved son."
"What did you say!"
The Emperor abruptly sat up, his pale fingers digging tightly into the edge of the bed, his furious gasps tearing at his broken lungs: "You—say it again?!"
“I said, this is made from the blood of the Sixth Prince.”
"presumptuous!"
The emperor's voice trembled as he pointed at the ghost doctor, unable to utter a word for a long time: "Guards! Seize him at once!"
A dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, the Ghost Doctor was forced to the ground and kneel before the Emperor.
His gaunt face pressed against the cold floor tiles, yet his eyes still gleamed with an almost manic light as he looked at the Emperor with amusement: "Your Majesty, you should know the state of your body. If we can't find suitable blood soon, you won't last more than a few days. I'm doing this for the sake of Your Majesty's health; if it gets any later, Your Majesty's body won't be able to withstand the effects of the medicine, and I won't be able to save you..."
"At that time, even if His Highness the Crown Prince bleeds dry, it will be to no avail."
As he spoke, a strange excitement flickered in his eyes: "Your Majesty, if only one of you, the Crown Prince, can live..."
"shut up!"
A murderous glint flashed in the Emperor's eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, but the next second, he felt waves of warmth coursing through his chest and spreading to his limbs.
He hadn't had this much strength in a long time.
He clenched his fists tightly and stared at them intently for a long while. But in the end, he waved his hand.
"Fine, let him go." The next second, his deep gaze fell on his face: "Don't let this happen again. Stay away from the Crown Prince in the future."
The Ghost Doctor suddenly laughed: "Your Majesty, I was only doing this for your own good. I merely took some blood from the Crown Prince's wrist—just a small porcelain bottle—which can extend your life. The Crown Prince knew it was to save you, yet he didn't hesitate at all? Your Majesty, His Highness said he would be willing to drain all his blood for you."
"shut up!"
The Emperor stared at the ghost doctor before him with a dark expression, veins throbbing on his forehead. He took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent in his eyes: "Stay away from the Crown Prince. This is the last time I'm telling you! If the Crown Prince hears such words again, I will personally send you to meet the King of Hell."
(End of this chapter)
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