Chapter 447 The Emperor's Health
The emperor's health condition seems to be getting more and more worrying.
These days, his face has become increasingly haggard, and his steps have become unsteady and unsteady. All signs show that his health is rapidly deteriorating.
Not long ago, the imperial physicians hurried into the palace and made a detailed diagnosis for the emperor with a solemn look. Their brows were tightly knit, and it was obvious that the emperor's condition was not optimistic.
Recalling the last raging plague, the emperor was almost on the verge of death. Fortunately, Xiaowu's timely treatment allowed him to escape the clutches of death.
However, since then, the emperor's body seems to have been drained of all its vitality by the plague, and it is getting worse day by day.
As an emperor who holds the power of the country, the emperor's fear of death may be deeper than that of ordinary people.
He was afraid of losing his power and that he would never be able to rule this vast country again. This fear made him more suspicious and distrustful of everything around him.
These days, he even dared not drink the medicinal soup that Concubine An personally prepared for him.
The trust and dependence that once existed became so fragile under the threat of death. However, stopping the medication did not bring any improvement, but made his physical condition worse.
In recent days, the emperor began to have mild symptoms of coughing up blood. In dynasties throughout history, coughing up blood was often regarded as a precursor to the emperor's death. Although the
emperor's physical condition had not yet reached the point where it could not be saved, he urged the Imperial Hospital to come for diagnosis day after day.
He anxiously sought a cure, but his body's weakening seemed to be an irreversible trend.
For this reason, he had even missed many days of morning court sessions, temporarily putting state affairs aside. Concubine
An walked out of Yu's study slowly, and the tenderness on her face was instantly replaced by a coldness. Her eyes became sharp and deep, as if she had become a different person in an instant.
She sneered softly, as if she was disdainful of the conversation with the emperor just now, then shook her head slightly, and continued to move forward with a firm step.
At this time, An Yuesheng and Anyueya had been waiting for a long time at the steps outside Yu's study. When they saw Concubine An coming, they immediately stepped forward with an anxious look on their faces.
"Did the emperor agree?" An Yuesheng asked impatiently.
Concubine An shook her head again, a trace of disappointment and unwillingness flashed across her face, "He has been unwell these days and has become more cautious. No matter whether I have said it explicitly or hinted at it, he just refused to give in and promote me to the Imperial Concubine."
Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed across An Yueya's face. She originally thought that she could successfully convince the emperor this time and win a higher position for Concubine An.
"My brother and I will go to the Jinnan Palace later," An Yueya quickly recovered her spirit, a trace of calculation flashed in her eyes, "Zhao Zemo will definitely not miss the opportunity to avenge his sister. Then, it will be a good time for us to take action against the Jinnan Palace."
However, Concubine An was not as optimistic as Anyueya. She knew very well the deep friendship between the emperor and the Jinnan prince and his wife, and could not help but frown.
"But the relationship between the emperor and the Jinnan prince and his wife is extraordinary. Even if Zhao Zemo attacks you, will the emperor really blame the two siblings in the Jinnan prince's mansion?" Concubine
An's worry is not unreasonable. The emperor has promised to take good care of Zhao Shuoer and Zhao Zemo, so how could he let Anyueya mess around.
Anyueya raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth, and her tone revealed an unquestionable domineering attitude.
"Whether the emperor is willing or not is not up to him." There seemed to be some deep plan and power hidden in her words, which made people feel awe.
When Concubine An heard this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shock in her heart. Although she had heard An Yueya say many rebellious words before, she still found it a little scary to hear it again. She realized that the scheming and ambition of this fake child were even far beyond her imagination.
"If Zhao Zemo knows his place, it's really just a banquet, so this time he will feel better." An Yueya continued, with a threat and warning in her tone, "If not... don't blame him for seeking death..."
Just when the two siblings of the An family had just set out from the palace, Xixi and Qin Qixuan had already arrived at the Jinnan Palace.
Following the instructions of the maid, the two of them found their seats in the bustling banquet hall and sat down quietly. However, until the time for the banquet to officially start, they did not see the figures of Zhao Zemo and Zhao Shuoer.
As time passed, the surrounding noise gradually quieted down, and everyone was waiting for the host to appear. After a quarter of an hour, Zhao Zemo finally showed up, but Zhao Shuoer still did not show up.
Zhao Zemo explained to the guests present with an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. My sister Zhao Shuoer is not feeling well, and I just sent her back to rest, so I was delayed for some time."
Upon hearing the news, Xiao Xixi immediately felt something was wrong.
She felt an inexplicable worry in her heart, and she couldn't help but glanced at Zhao Zemo secretly. His expression did not seem fake, and the worry and apology in his eyes seemed very real.
Xixi couldn't help but frown, her heart full of doubts. She was playing with Zhao Shuoer yesterday, and Zhao Shuoer looked energetic at that time, with no signs of illness at all. Why is he suddenly unwell now? She felt that this matter was not simple, and there must be something strange.
Zhao Zemo waved his big hand majestically, and then a group of women with graceful figures and slender waists that seemed to be held in one hand walked onto the stage in light steps. Some of them were smiling like flowers, while others were shy, and their every frown and smile revealed all kinds of charm.
The people present were stunned by the sudden beauty, and then they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. They thought that Zhao Zemo was indeed a famous devil in the capital. There were so many beauties hidden in his mansion, which was simply dazzling and overwhelming.
However, after this moment of surprise, Qin Xixi suddenly recalled some past events about Zhao Zemo.
She hadn't heard about Zhao Zemo's evil deeds for a long time, so much so that she almost forgot that this man was a person who tortured women to death. Those cruel rumors about him gradually became clear in her mind.
Qin Xixi couldn't help but feel a palpitation. She looked at the smiling women on the stage, and an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart.
She knew that these women were probably living a life of treading on thin ice in Zhao Zemo's mansion.
She secretly felt lucky that Sister Wen was not one of these women. At the same time, she also strengthened her determination. If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Zemo's death would make Zhao Shuoer sad, she would not have let her pet Beibei bite this kind of demon. She didn't want Beibei's mouth to be stained with the filth of this person.