Ye Zhi had already summoned the imperial physician, and upon hearing the emperor's question, he explained while weeping.
"Her health has never been very good, but she has been taking tonics, so her complexion looks alright."
"Recently, Her Majesty has been sleeping for longer and longer periods of time, but the imperial physicians cannot find the reason, and this servant does not know what's wrong either."
Yeats was terrified. He was perfectly fine yesterday, but today—
If anything were to happen to Liu Lingxi, she wouldn't live either.
Waaah... Miss...
"Your Majesty, the Empress's pulse indicates that she is nearing the end of her life. I'm afraid... I'm afraid her days are numbered."
The imperial physician wore a pained expression.
He never expected that the Crown Princess would be able to conceal her pulse; where did she learn that from?
Every time he went to Chonghua Palace to have his pulse checked, the conclusion he received was that the Crown Princess's health was getting better and better. He never thought of this possibility.
Now, the Empress has actually—
My life is in danger.
I hope the Emperor can see his lifelong dedication to the royal family and spare his entire family's lives.
Sheng Jin was taken aback upon hearing this.
It seemed as if I could hear no sound at all.
He suddenly realized why Xi'er had agreed to his request so readily and made such a strange demand.
Yu'er is only four years old. Even if the throne is to be passed on, she is too young.
However, he was so overwhelmed by joy that he didn't think about the hidden danger and failed to notice anything in time.
It's all his fault, it's all his fault!
Sheng Jin knelt down in front of Liu Lingxi's bed, and with a trembling finger, checked her breathing.
There is still some, however faint.
Looking at that unusually pale face without makeup, he felt a pang of heartache—as if someone were cutting off pieces of his flesh.
Why couldn't he have been more careful?
What's more important than Xi'er's health?
Sheng Jin hated herself.
He didn't want to believe it, and he almost shouted it out.
"Investigate again. This is impossible. Summon everyone from the Imperial Hospital to take your pulse. If you cannot cure him, I will have you all buried alive with him."
At this moment, Sheng Changfeng, who had just received the news, arrived.
He thought last night was tough enough.
Today, I am the one who is having the hardest time getting to know the devastating news.
Xi'er...
How could that be?
Sheng Changfeng disregarded all etiquette between ruler and subject, barged into the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and looked at the lifeless person on the bed, his eyes reddening.
Is that his Xi'er?
How is that possible?
"Was it you? What did you do last night?!"
Sheng Changfeng grabbed Sheng Jin by the collar and punched him hard in the face.
The father he admired most in his childhood has now become the person he hates most.
"It must have been you! You must have done something to make Xi'er like this!"
The Crown Prince has gone mad!
This is the consensus among everyone in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
How dare the Crown Prince assault the Emperor! He's gone mad! Once he realized what was happening, Futai quickly arranged for men to pull the man away.
Seeing Sheng Changfeng, who looked like a mad lion, the palace servants dared not approach him at all.
Good heavens, he even dared to attack the emperor, what are these people compared to him? They're just little cabbages sent to their deaths.
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