"Imperial Physician, come quickly and examine the Emperor." Fu Shun was not interested in the war between the two women; he was only concerned about the fake Emperor. This man absolutely could not die, at least not in front of everyone.
Urged on by Fu Shun, the imperial physician dared not dawdle, though his back was slightly hunched, clearly frightened by the frequent accidents.
"His Majesty seems to have been poisoned." The imperial physician stroked his beard, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
"Poisoning?!" Exclamations of surprise rang out one after another, accompanied by gasps. Everyone knew that if it was poisoning, things would be very serious, and it would surely unleash another wave of bloodshed.
"His Majesty fainted after drinking the ginseng soup. Imperial Physician, please check if there's anything wrong with the soup." Mu Yanran reacted quickly, pointing to the bowl of ginseng soup with a confident tone.
"Your Highness is speaking too soon." Prime Minister Bai secretly resented Mu Yanran, unable to tolerate his daughter being slandered.
"It's too early to talk about these things now. The most important thing is His Majesty's health. Imperial Physician, is the poison in His Majesty curable?" Wuyou, as the person involved, remained remarkably calm, her tone unhurried and composed, displaying a dignified demeanor. In contrast, Mu Yanran appeared overly eager for quick success, as if she were desperately trying to conceal something.
"This is a poison I have never seen before, but Your Majesty's health is not in any serious condition for the time being." The imperial physician's expression was solemn but also relieved. After all, it wasn't a deadly poison, was it?
Everyone looked dejected, but Wuyou simply sat down with the help of a palace maid and remained calm. Her imposing presence subtly influenced those around her, as if simply looking at her could solve all problems.
Under everyone's intense gaze, the imperial physician dipped his finger in the ginseng soup, tasted it, and squinted his eyes to savor it carefully.
"This ginseng soup..." The imperial physician paused, and everyone else's hearts tightened. "There's no problem. It seems that His Majesty was poisoned by a slow-acting poison. The ginseng soup's strong tonic stimulated him, causing the attack."
How could this be? Mu Yanran's pupils contracted slightly.
"Thank you for treating His Majesty, Imperial Physician." Wuyou's expression remained unchanged as she nodded slightly to the Imperial Physician. Unlike Mu Yanran, she was not aggressive at all, and the refinement she had cultivated in her scholarly family was on full display.
"Your Highness, His Majesty's life hangs in the balance. Finding the culprit is important, but His Majesty's health is even more crucial. I request that Your Highness send more imperial physicians to consult on His Majesty's case." Upon hearing this, the others couldn't help but nod in agreement.
"I don't need your instruction." Mu Yanran glared at Wuyou. "Investigate for me. Find out anyone suspicious."
"Your Highness, according to the imperial physician, His Majesty has been poisoned by a slow-acting poison. The one who could have done this must be someone from the inner palace, so the officials present should be innocent." Having been immersed in officialdom for many years, Prime Minister Bai was quick-witted and immediately understood the situation. He reported this to the emperor.
The atmosphere in the entire palace froze instantly. Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned their suspicious gazes to the concubines in the harem, since these were the only ones who could spend every day with the emperor.
Meanwhile, things weren't easy at the Golden Dragon Palace either. All the palace staff were in a panic, and Fu Shun's panicked screams could be heard from time to time.
A silent rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, and lightning flashed across the heavens, as if to tear the night apart.
Countless palace servants came and went in the palace, but no one noticed that the snow-white dumpling Si Du Yan, who had been under the dragon bed, was incredibly mysterious. She had finally managed to dig a hole and crawl in, but before she could even make a move, she was frightened into hiding by a group of people who rushed in.
Judging from the scene and the snippets of conversation from others, Situ Yuan felt that the situation was extremely serious. After all, this fake emperor was using his name, and if he really died here, it would mean that his identity was dead. Even if he returned to his body, it would be of no use.
Unfortunately, he was just an ordinary puppy now and couldn't do anything. He could only secretly pray that the fake emperor wouldn't die.
Suddenly, there was a series of strange movements on the bed. Before Situ Yuan could react, a spray of liquid was sprayed towards him. He instinctively covered his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found a large pool of dark red blood on the floor.
This… Situ Yuan’s eyes trembled. He felt that things had started to develop in an unpredictable way, and he was doomed.
"Your Majesty—Your Majesty—" Fu Shun saw a face as pale as paper beneath the dark red bloodstain, screamed, and knelt down beside the bed, grabbing the other person's wrist. Then he turned to the imperial physician beside him and said sternly, "You useless lot—hurry up and treat His Majesty! If anything happens to His Majesty, I will take the lives of your whole family!"
Upon hearing this sharp and piercing sound, all the Taiyi disciples trembled involuntarily, whether out of fear or stimulation, they scrambled forward and grabbed the fake emperor's wrist to take his pulse.
The pulse in his hand was getting weaker and weaker, as if he had suddenly transformed from a teenager into a frail old man. One pulse after another, it was as if his life force was slowly flowing away from his fingertips. The faces of the imperial physicians also turned pale with the passage of time.
"Cough, cough, cough—" The fake emperor began to cough violently, as if he were coughing up his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, his face gradually turning ashen. Being emperor was truly a death sentence! He had only enjoyed a few days of wealth and glory; was he really going to die like this? He was truly unwilling to accept it!
If only he had known, he should have enjoyed himself more. He didn't even get to meet any of the many beauties in his harem.
With this thought in mind, the fake emperor's hand gradually slipped down, and finally his head lolled to the side, and he died silently.
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