After finishing his meal, Zhao Ji changed his clothes and prepared to go into the palace to deal with the mountains of things in the palace.

As a result, he was stopped by Mingyue when he was about to leave the house.

"I want to go see the one in the palace..." Mingyue raised her head and said hesitantly.

Hidden in those timid eyes were nervousness and anxiety.

Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows and placed his hand on Mingyue's shoulder.

[That man should be my father, the one mentioned by Am, and also the husband mentioned by the aunts... Although he doesn't know about my existence, it should be okay for him to go and take a look...]

[It’s just that I have to trouble Brother Zhao Ji again…]

[I don’t know if he will take me with him. He was really nice to me today. I felt warm inside. Is this the heart-thumping feeling Eminem talked about?]

As Zhao Ji listened, he couldn't help but cough twice and took his hand away.

If Zhao Ji continued to listen, he would probably feel embarrassed.

However, Zhao Ji could also see that Mingyue had no bad intentions.

I'm afraid that the emperor also has a certain place in Mingyue's past memories. Although she only heard it from other people, sometimes blood relationship is so magical.

Even though Mingyue has never met the emperor, they are still bound by blood.

Zhao Ji said, "Since you want to go into the palace, I will take you in. You just need to wear the clothes of a palace maid. If anyone asks you where you work, just say you work in the Imperial Household Department."

Mingyue immediately showed a bright smile on her face. She smiled and took Zhao Ji's arm and shook it: "Thank you!"

[I declare that Brother Zhao Ji will be the best person in the world from now on! ]

Such a loud sound shocked Zhao Ji so much that he could hardly hold back.

This is probably what a pure heart is.

In front of the emperor's bed, the chief eunuch was wiping his tears. The emperor's condition had improved slightly in the past period of time, and he could only stay awake for four or five incense sticks a day.

But in the past two days, the situation suddenly changed and got worse!

The emperor can now stay awake for only about an incense stick of time a day, which is a long time.

At first, the emperor could still drink the medicine when he was awake, but now because he has been unconscious for too long, he can only drink it when he is asleep.

I drink one third of a bowl of medicine, but I can't get the remaining two thirds down.

So I can only keep feeding him medicine.

However, the emperor's condition has not improved at all. In addition, in the past few days, the emperor's breath has been much weaker than before.

The imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau who came to see the patients looked more nervous than before. Every day, these physicians whispered in the side hall, but from morning till night they could not come up with a solution and could only keep changing the prescriptions.

All medicines are poisonous.

The chief eunuch Su Xi had for the first time a feeling that perhaps everything was about to end.

Su Xi frowned every day and could only try her best to make the emperor more comfortable.

Even though the emperor has no way of feeling all of this right now, the eunuch Su Xi can only do this, at least to give himself some psychological comfort.

When Zhao Ji arrived, the palace was filled with gloom and sadness.

Because it is already evening today, the emperor has not woken up once. According to past experience, if the emperor is not awake now, he may not wake up again today.

Zhao Ji frowned as he saw the emperor in such a dire condition.

If the emperor died now, it would be extremely disadvantageous to Zhao Ji.

Although Zhao Ji now has a certain number of people and power to compete with the prime minister, this is far from enough.

The prime minister has been in the court for so many years, and some of his secret deployments are unknown to Zhao Ji.

In addition, since the emperor did not appoint a crown prince, the prime minister would definitely support the third prince. The third prince and Zhao Ji had a grudge. When Zhao Ji was kidnapped by the third prince in the hall, Zhao Ji did not care about the noble third prince.

Although the Third Prince has not made any move now, Zhao Ji has not forgotten that the Third Prince had specially hired someone to assassinate him.

In short, if the emperor passes away, it will be harmful to Zhao Ji and will not benefit him in any way.

Looking at these mediocre doctors in the palace, Zhao Ji first thought of looking for a miraculous doctor from outside.

There was a faint sweet fragrance in the emperor's bedroom, which was something that people like Zhao Ji could not smell.

However, Mingyue smelled this smell as soon as she entered the room.

To be honest, this smell made Mingyue feel very uncomfortable.

The chief eunuch Su Xi actually had some doubts about the unfamiliar palace maid brought by Zhao Ji.

But since it was Zhao Ji who brought him here, Su Xi didn't say anything, because Su Xi could vaguely feel during this period of time that this eunuch who had tremendous power in the palace could be said to be the person in the palace who most sincerely hoped that the emperor would get better.

When Zhao Ji saw Mingyue, he seemed to be hesitant to speak. After thinking for a while, he asked Suxi to go down and bring the medicine that the emperor wanted to drink. In fact, he was also finding a way to get people away.

Mingyue didn't know the ins and outs of this, but she was very clear that there was no one else in the room now, so she could tell Zhao Ji about her doubts.

"Master Seal Holder, why is there a faint sweet smell in this palace? Is there something that has not been cleaned up in time?"

Mingyue lives in the cold palace in the harem. She is a girl who loves cleanliness, so she is particularly sensitive to some strange smells.

Zhao Ji was particularly sensitive to conspiracies.

"Sweet fishy smell? I don't smell it!" Zhao Ji walked to the incense burner in the bedroom and fiddled with the incense ash inside.

Because the emperor was ill, most of the incense burned was sandalwood.

No other precious spices have been used for a long time.

In fact, they were also afraid that there might be something in those spices that would conflict with the emperor's medicine.

"Is the smell you smell coming from here?" Zhao Ji asked Mingyue to come over and take a closer look.

Mingyue didn't even walk over here, she shook her head: "It's not the smell here, it seems to be the smell coming from the emperor's **!"

Zhao Ji immediately brought Mingyue to the emperor's bedside for a closer look.

Mingyue looked at the face of her biological father whom she had not seen for many years and was a little dazed for a moment.

"No wonder Eminem always says my mouth looks like my daddy's, it turns out I really do!"

Mingyue muttered to herself absentmindedly.

Although Mingyue had never met the emperor, she had not received any care from him.

But the girl's heart is extremely soft, and she still hopes that the emperor will get better.

"That smell seems to be coming from the emperor's body. It has a faint sweet and fishy smell, which is a bit unpleasant!"

Zhao Ji frowned. Even at such a close distance, Zhao Ji couldn't smell anything.

Suddenly at this moment, Zhao Ji suddenly remembered something.

Lingxi, who was imprisoned in the cold palace until her death, was the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang!