Jiang Mu's aura was so captivating when it was fully released that the imperial doctors responded hesitantly and quickly walked into the side hall.
The emperor lay on the couch, his face pale, his lips beginning to turn purple, and he was breathing out more than in. The imperial doctors were alarmed and hurriedly took his pulse and pulled at his eyelids.
Lan Shuang frowned and said, "Looking at your Majesty's appearance, is he poisoned?"
The imperial physician wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes, first detoxify Your Majesty."
They gathered around the emperor and discussed for a while, then began to give him acupuncture.
Seeing this, Lan Shuang led everyone to retreat outside.
Jiang Mu stood beside her without her knowing when, and she almost bumped into him when she turned her head.
Jiang Mu lowered his eyes to look at her and whispered, "Be careful."
Lan Shuang nodded without saying anything. Seeing this, the Second Prince beside him couldn't help but sneer and said, "With Eunuch Lan here, how could the emperor be poisoned? What is your crime?"
Lan Shuang remained calm upon hearing this and said, "If the person who poisoned the place had the will, how could they have easily discovered it? Wouldn't that be a complete waste of effort?"
Jiang Mu nodded: "You are right. Are you a fool if you poisoned the person you are talking to? To dare to murder my father, you must have made every possible preparation. And your mind is extremely vicious. You actually did it at the family banquet. What is your plan?"
The imperial concubine's expression changed, and she said coldly, "The eldest princess is saying that the person who did it might be at the table?"
Lan Shuang was observing the imperial concubine's expression from the side. Although she was nearly forty years old, she was well maintained and looked quite charming. At this moment, she was filled with worry, shock and anger, with tears in her eyes, and she looked very touching.
Of course, it would be more like that if we ignore the fact that she was nervously holding the handkerchief.
Lan Shuang looked at the Second Prince who was standing beside her and trying to persuade her gently, and said to 888, "Some people are stupid themselves, so they just treat everyone else as stupid."
888: "Hey, host, did you figure it out?"
"I haven't worked so hard in so many worlds for nothing. Besides, I won the Best Actress award back in the day! How dare you approach me with such poor acting skills?" Lan Shuang snorted. "Besides—how much time has passed since then? If he really wanted to poison the emperor, he would have died long ago. How could he have waited for the imperial physician to arrive?"
888 was silent for a moment and then slapped his forehead: "That's right! If they wanted to kill the emperor, they must have used a deadly poison. The poison has been inflicted for quite some time and the emperor still hasn't died. This is quite a joke."
"Because they still don't want the old emperor to die. The ancients have deep-rooted ideas that succession to the throne must be legitimate. They probably want the old emperor to issue an edict and personally pass the throne to the second prince. This will convince the people. By doing this, I'm afraid they are trying to take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate dissidents."
Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes, looking thoughtful. "Now we have to see if this alien is me or another prince."
888 was puzzled: "Then why aren't you worried at all, host? What if it really comes for you?"
Lan Shuang said nonchalantly, "Then I'll just rebel. I may not be able to do anything else, but I can still escape. Then I can make a comeback and push the eldest princess to the throne."
888 gave a thumbs up: "You are ruthless."
As he was speaking, the emperor could be heard vomiting. It was so heartbreaking that he felt like he was about to vomit his stomach out.
Lan Shuang immediately focused her attention and looked over. The imperial physician came out and called a few palace maids in. They quickly brought out a few basins of pitch-black water with a foul smell.
When passing by the imperial concubine, she covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and looked at him with disgust.
Jiang Mu didn't look away. When the imperial physician came out, he was the first to ask, "How is father?"
The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, as if he had just survived a disaster, "Your Majesty is no longer in danger of death, but your body is still very weak and needs to be properly nursed back to health."
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