Chapter 262: The Emperor is Critically Ill
As the days go by and he grows older, Xie Junlin feels increasingly exhausted. What he fears most now is falling asleep every night.
During the most tiring period, he felt at every moment that he was not far from death.
He was lying in bed, unable to open his eyes, but he was afraid to fall asleep. He did not dare to let himself fall asleep easily. He was afraid that as soon as he closed his eyes, he would pass away in his sleep, leaving behind his most beloved relatives and young son.
Even if I fell asleep, I would wake up quickly, four or five times a night, and only after making sure that I was still alive would I dare to continue sleeping.
During that period, he only dared to take a nap because the miracle doctor Song Suihuan sat by his bed and watched over him.
He knew that if something happened to him in his sleep, Doctor Song would be able to wake him up with a silver needle.
However, no matter how scared you are, death is inevitable.
The day that Xie Junlin feared the most finally came.
It was just an ordinary morning. The ministers were waiting outside the palace gate to attend the morning court. Eunuch Chen Hai was also waiting at the entrance of the hall for the emperor to get up.
After waiting for a long time, it was already past the time when the emperor usually got up, but Eunuch Chen Hai still hadn't heard any movement in the room.
Chen Hai paced back and forth at the door of the room, put his ear to the door and listened carefully.
Seeing that there was still no movement in the room, Chen Hai felt a little worried. He gently opened the door and walked inside.
"emperor?"
"Your Majesty, it's time for the morning court session. Are you awake?"
"emperor……"
Chen Hai walked and called softly all the way.
But even though he had arrived in front of the dragon bed, he still hadn't heard the emperor's response.
Chen Hai panicked.
He was afraid that something had happened to the emperor!
He reached out his hand tremblingly and pushed aside the curtain.
He saw that the emperor was lying motionless on the bed, his eyes closed, and he did not respond to his calls.
He was so frightened that his legs went limp and he fell on the bed. He reached out his trembling hand to feel the emperor's breath.
Finding that the emperor was still breathing faintly, he opened his throat and shouted -
"quick!"
"Call the imperial physician!"
"Leave the palace to find Dr. Song!"
"Go find the Queen Mother and the Queen!"
When the Dragon Scale Guards who were guarding outside the room heard the noise, they immediately panicked and turned around to ask for the imperial physician.
The imperial physicians came rushing over, rushed into the room, and took turns to check the emperor's pulse.
All the imperial physicians who had examined the patient's pulse had solemn expressions.
They knelt in front of the bed and looked at each other secretly.
emperor……
It seems like the end is near...
There is no way to save the situation.
No one dared to say such sensational words. They just knelt there, not daring to say a word, nor to step forward to rescue. They were afraid that their poor medical skills would accelerate the death of the already endangered emperor.
They comforted themselves by saying that everything would be fine once Dr. Song arrived.
Finally, Song Suihuan hurried into the palace, came to the dragon bed, and knelt down to take the emperor's pulse.
Queen Mother Jiang and Queen Wei, who were sitting nearby and crying, spoke in unison.
"Dr. Song, what's going on?"
Song Suihuan's fingers trembled.
She looked at the unconscious Xie Junlin, then at the Queen Mother and the Empress, and kowtowed, saying, "Empress Dowager, Empress, Your Majesty... I'm afraid you won't live for many days."
Queen Mother Jiang covered her chest with her hands, unable to believe the terrible news.
Her tears fell down and she shook her head and sobbed.
"No, he will be fine. I am his mother, and I am not dead yet. How could he die in a few days? It is impossible. He is only forty-eight. He is still so young. How could he...how could he..."
Song Suihuan lowered his eyes.
How many emperors in history lived long lives? Looking through history books, most emperors died in their thirties or forties, or around fifty years old.
Those who can live to be sixty years old are rare.
Xie Junlin was faced with the dilemma of his country's destruction and his family's ruin when he was just a teenager. In order to regain his country, he fought on the battlefield, worked hard, and his body was exhausted long ago.
Later, he became the emperor and was busy at his desk all day long, worrying about the affairs of the country. How could he be in good health?
The worst thing was that Xie Junlin had taken arsenic himself, which made his already poor health even worse...
Even with the help of this miracle doctor, Xie Junlin has lived to this day, but it is the limit of his life. If she hadn't helped, Xie Junlin would have died a few years ago.
Song Suihuan did not say these words.
Especially the fact that Xie Junlin destroyed his body by taking arsenic, she absolutely could not tell anyone——
Because Xie Junlin had used the arsenic poison trick to force Miss Yuan Wei to enter the palace as a concubine. If Queen Mother Jiang knew that it was the arsenic that accelerated Xie Junlin's death, she would probably hate Miss Yuan Wei to the bone again...
Song Suihuan considered it for a while and dared to say, "Empress Dowager, the emperor has been working hard for state affairs and has exhausted his energy. He is doing this for the sake of the country and the people."
The imperial doctors all nodded in agreement with Song Suihuan's words, saying that the emperor had worked so hard for state affairs that he was exhausted and now there was nothing that could be done to save him.
When Empress Dowager Jiang and Queen Wei saw that all the doctors said that the emperor would not live long, they burst into tears.
After Song Suihuan gave Xie Junlin acupuncture, Xie Junlin quickly woke up.
He opened his eyes and looked at the imperial physicians kneeling on the ground. He listened to the cries of his mother and the queen. He moved his fingers and felt the weakness of his body. He had already guessed his situation.
He is really dying.
This time he really has to say goodbye to these relatives forever.
He had been afraid and panicked for a long time, but now that the day had finally come, he felt an indescribable sense of security.
He glanced at Song Suihuan and asked, "How long do I have?"
Song Suihuan answered cautiously, "At least seven or eight days, at most one or two months. It all depends on your willpower, Your Majesty..."
Xie Junlin hummed.
Seven or eight days...
What needs to be arranged can be arranged.
He looked at Queen Wei, "I can still entrust Yun'er to your Wei family, right?"
Queen Wei knelt on the ground with tears in her eyes, "Your Majesty, even if the court is in chaos, even if the Wei family sheds blood for this, the Wei family will definitely protect the prince and will never back down or have second thoughts."
Xie Junlin nodded.
He looked past the crowd and at the transparent window frame.
The day has dawned in the capital, but has it also dawned at the border?
After not seeing each other for many years, now that he is about to pass away, it is time for us to return to the capital, right?
He called the Dragon Scale Guard.
"Immediately rush to the border with my letter and summon General Xiao and his family back to the capital. Let him go first and follow with 200,000 troops. I want him to lead the way and support the new emperor to ascend the throne—"
The Dragon Scale Guard knelt down, waiting for the emperor to give him a gift.
The emperor asked Chen Hai to help him get up, and then he sat against the head of the bed. He held a red brush and wrote a letter with difficulty, and stamped it with his seal.
After handing it over to the Dragon Scale Guard, he said, "Wait."
He asked Chen Hai to change a brush and slowly write on the new paper.
Madam Xiao, twelve years ago I told you that I was going to die young, and that I had to force you to marry me into the palace to have children and leave an heir. I didn't have much time to waste, and you said I lied to you. Now look at me again, am I lying? I am really going to die soon.
I am about to die, and Yun'er and Yuan'er must be extremely sad. Living is worse than death. Madam Xiao, I hope you can return to Beijing as soon as possible to accompany these two poor children. When their father passes away, they will feel much better if their biological mother is with them.
After handing the paper to Long Linwei and looking at his back, Xie Junlin coughed twice.
Before he died, could he really see Xiao Lingzhao and Shen Yuanwei appear in front of his bed?
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