After hearing what Ye Jinhu said, Lin Mushen and Lin Muheng fell into a heavy silence.
Lin Muheng knew perfectly well that his father's current coma was definitely related to Lin Mushen.
However, lacking concrete evidence at present, even if he knew the truth, he dared not rashly accuse or slander him.
Moreover, given Lin Mushen's deep cunning and meticulous planning, he must have already arranged everything flawlessly, leaving him with no leverage.
The throne, this supreme symbol of power, is indeed something that countless people dream of and flock to.
However, Lin Muheng never entertained the idea of seizing the throne from the Emperor.
In his view, such behavior was utterly outrageous and intolerable.
Especially those like Lin Mushen, who attempted to seize the throne by murdering their fathers, were utterly depraved.
Even if they eventually manage to ascend to the supreme throne, they will inevitably bear eternal infamy and become sinners in the long river of history.
Thinking of this, Lin Muheng took a deep breath, trying to calm his surging emotions and regain his composure as soon as possible.
Because he knew clearly that the more critical the moment, the more he needed to maintain a clear mind and rational judgment.
No matter what, he would never let Lin Mushen's schemes succeed!
"Father is still unconscious and we don't know when he will wake up. If we continue to stay here and argue endlessly, we will only waste precious time for treatment and delay the best time for treatment."
Lin Muheng looked at Lin Mushen. Although his eyes showed no emotion at the moment, his calm appearance concealed endless anger and determination.
Upon hearing this, Lin Mushen feigned deep sorrow and said, "Enough, enough. Since things have come to this, let's set aside the question of who is right and who is wrong for now. The most important thing right now is the safety of Father Emperor."
Seeing Lin Mushen's hypocritical act, Lin Muheng's expression grew even colder and more stern. He snorted and turned his head away, refusing to look at the other person again.
However, he ultimately resisted the urge to speak up and refute again.
Ye Jinhu, who had been silently observing and carefully watching everyone's words, actions and expressions, finally felt a little relieved after seeing the situation before him.
He cleared his throat and said, "Since things have developed to this point, let's quickly discuss what methods we can use to save the Emperor. Does anyone here have any good ideas?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone began to chime in with their opinions, and all sorts of suggestions came flooding in like a tidal wave.
Some suggested using rare herbs to make the decoction, others said that we should invite folk healers to help, and still others boldly proposed trying ancient and mysterious witchcraft therapy...
However, these diverse ideas were rejected one after another.
Time ticked by, and just when everyone felt at a loss and had no clue what to do.
Ye Jinhu suddenly turned his gaze to the silent Imperial Physician Zhou and asked, "Imperial Physician Zhou, how confident are you about saving the Emperor this time?"
Imperial Physician Zhou was the most qualified to speak on the Emperor's condition.
Not only were he and Prince Yu present just now, but the Emperor's health had also been consistently cared for by Imperial Physician Zhou.
He knew the Emperor's health better than anyone else.
Everyone looked at him with hopeful eyes.
Physician Zhou slowly shook his head, a helpless and worried expression on his face.
Upon seeing Physician Zhou's appearance, everyone's faces instantly darkened, as if shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds.
Clearly, the fact that Imperial Physician Zhou shook his head meant that the Emperor's condition had become so serious that it was beyond medical help.
Just as the atmosphere became so heavy that it was almost suffocating, Ye Jinhu suddenly turned to look at Lin Muheng, who was standing not far away, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I have heard that the Princess Consort's medical skills are quite superb. I wonder if you could trouble someone to invite the Princess Consort to the palace? Perhaps the Princess Consort can come up with a way to cure the Emperor's illness."
Upon hearing Ye Jinhu's words, Lin Mushen's eyes suddenly lit up, even though he had been looking somewhat worried.
As if suddenly grasping at a lifeline, he excitedly chimed in, "That's right! How could I have forgotten about the Princess Consort of Yu! Quickly, send someone to summon her to the palace immediately!"
Seeing his excitement, Lin Muheng was full of doubt. What was Lin Mushen up to?
Does he really have no worries at all? Is he not afraid that the princess will be able to trace the true source of the poison?
Others may not be aware of Jiang Chuwei's superb and exquisite medical skills, but Lin Mushen is well aware of them!
Thinking of this, Lin Muheng couldn't help but look at Lin Mushen with a gloomy gaze.
Lin Mushen felt annoyed.
He got carried away with his pride again.
It turned out that Lin Mushen had been like a cunning mouse lurking in the darkness, secretly hiding in a corner and closely monitoring every little movement in the Prince Yu's mansion.
I still remember the last time Jiang Chuwei successfully detoxified Consort Mei in the palace. Lin Mushen not only went to verify it himself, but also deliberately instructed a pregnant woman to take the same poison as Consort Mei. He made the woman stay under the plum tree for an hour, which ultimately caused her to miscarry.
Such cruel acts are truly outrageous! When this shocking news reached the Prince Yu's residence, Jiang Chuwei was so angry that she cursed and denounced Lin Mushen as a heartless and insane beast.
After all, how could anyone be so heartless as to make a pregnant woman test the medicine on herself? Such an act is utterly inhumane!
However, what Lin Muheng did not know was that Lin Mushen felt no fear whatsoever in the face of all this.
Because he had already devised a vicious plan in his heart—as long as Jiang Chuwei dared to go and treat his father, he would have plenty of ways to cleverly frame Jiang Chuwei for his father's death.
In this way, he could both eliminate a thorn in his side and smoothly ascend to the throne he had always dreamed of, a plan that killed two birds with one stone.
If such a ruthless person were to rule the world, he would surely become cruel and tyrannical, treating the lives of ordinary people as worthless as grass.
Lin Mushen smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean anything by it, I just want Father to get better soon. Does Fifth Brother not want Father to wake up?"
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