"Hahaha……"
Looking at the incense on the table, which not only did not go out but instead burned more and more vigorously, Ran Qiyue smiled openly because he knew his plan had succeeded.
It seemed that the Demon Lord had already taken the soul of Crown Prince Su Mulihan. Regardless of whether the Demon Lord ultimately took the soul of the unborn child of Laifeng Nation's Princess Zhengjun, the success or failure of this transaction would not affect Ran Qiyue's status as the biggest winner behind the scenes.
Deposing the crown prince and then helping (his own son) the Sixth Prince Su Mulijing to ascend to the throne of the crown prince will be what Ran Qiyue needs to do next.
Ran Qiyue turned and left the side hall, exiting the palace. The first thing he did when he returned to the Imperial Master's Residence was to head straight to the study, take out his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and begin writing a letter.
The content of the letter was basically a veiled notification to someone that the plan had been successful, asking them to make the next arrangements as soon as possible. After finishing the letter, he called a close confidant, sealed the letter, and gave it to him, instructing him to personally deliver it to the person he designated.
Afterward, Ran Qiyue walked to the window and gazed into the distance. A meaningful smile crossed his face as he secretly plotted his next plan. Within this seemingly peaceful palace, a greater storm was brewing. And he, Ran Qiyue, would be the one to control this storm.
On the morning of the 30th day of the first lunar month, the sun, like a sharp sword, finally penetrated the thick clouds, casting its brilliant light on the earth, dispelling the darkness of the night and bringing light to the world.
In the Zhaoyang Palace, the palace servants began a new day of busy work as usual. However, when the maids from the East Palace arrived at Su Mulihan's bedroom, carrying toiletries in hand, they were shocked to discover that their Crown Prince had actually... wet the bed!
The puddle of urine lay like an irregular map beneath Su Mulihan's bed, emitting a strange odor. The maids' horrified gazes seemed to penetrate the puddle and see the absurd behavior of the Crown Prince in his dream last night.
The maids in the East Palace looked at each other, bewildered. They had never encountered such a situation before and were momentarily panicked.
"What are you still standing there for? Go and report to the Queen!" One of the older maids came to her senses first and said hurriedly.
The others finally woke up from their dream and hurried to the queen's palace.
When Empress Qin Shuyao learned of this, she was shocked. After all, her legitimate son would be twenty in a few months, no longer an ignorant infant. She immediately went to the Eastern Palace to check on the Crown Prince.
Because Su Mulihan refused to be touched, he was still wearing pajamas that smelled of urine and the sheets were wet.
Qin Shuyao immediately scolded the palace servants who were serving Su Mulihan. "How on earth do you, a bunch of slaves, serve His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"
The servants of the Eastern Palace all knelt and begged for mercy. They felt very wronged. However, the person before them was the master of the harem. Apart from enduring his angry beatings and scoldings, they dared not utter a single word.
"Han'er, what's going on?" The queen woke up Su Mulihan, who was still drooling and sleeping soundly on the bed, and looked at him with a worried look on her face.
However, Su Mulihan didn't say a word except laughing "hehehe", smearing the saliva on his face on Qin Shuyao's queen's palace dress, and pulling the golden hairpin on her head.
"Imperial Physician!"
"What are you still standing there for? Go get the doctor!"
The heart-wrenching screams of Queen Qin Shuyao suddenly echoed in the East Palace.
Soon, all the doctors in the Imperial Hospital were summoned to the door of Su Mulihan's bedroom. Led by the director of the Imperial Hospital, the doctors took turns to take his pulse.
"How is it?" Seeing that the imperial doctors all looked solemn after taking the patient's pulse, Qin Shuyao felt extremely anxious and asked the director of the Imperial Hospital directly.
The director of the Imperial Hospital, who had been named, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said nervously, "Reply...Replying to the Queen, we have carefully examined His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. His Royal Highness... His health is fine. Perhaps it's because he has been under too much pressure recently, that's why..."
"Is he alright?" Qin Shuyao pointed at Su Mulihan, who was leaning against the bed like an idiot, and roared, "Useless! All of you are useless! Why don't you just say that your medical skills are so poor that you don't even know what the Crown Prince is suffering from?"
"Empress, we are incompetent, please forgive us!" The imperial doctors, headed by the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shouted for mercy.
"Waste! Waste! Waste..."
"If I can't cure His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, I will petition the Emperor to have all of you beheaded!"
Qin Shuyao, who was so angry that she was overcome with anger, no longer cared about the demeanor of a queen who was the mother of the country. She kicked the imperial doctors one by one.
"Han'er, Han'er, what's wrong with you? What's going to happen if you call your mother like that?" After venting her anger, Qin Shuyao threw herself on Su Mulihan and burst into tears.
“Puff~Puff~Puff~”
As a strange sound was heard, the entire palace was suddenly filled with an indescribable odor that was extremely pungent. However, whether it was the palace servants or the imperial physicians present, they all held their breath and dared not say a word, fearing that they would anger Qin Shuyao.
Seeing this scene, Qin Shuyao was stunned.
"Are they all dead? Why don't you quickly clean up His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Qin Shuyao's sharp eyes glared at the palace maids who usually served Su Mulihan.
The maids, who were scolded and glared at, had no choice but to move forward. One maid, enduring the nausea in her stomach, couldn't help but vomit violently the moment she took off Su Mulihan's pants.
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