Chapter 272 A Lucky Wedding for the Emperor? Enraged to the point of collapse.
The medicine takes effect very quickly.
About half an incense stick's time later, the man lying under the bright yellow brocade quilt opened his eyes.
Li Yuzong collapsed to the ground before the imperial bed, his face contorted with grief, tears welling in his eyes, and cried out, "Your Majesty, you've finally woken up! This old servant has waited so long..."
Emperor Wusu gave the noisy old servant a sharp look.
Duan Mingfeng quickly pulled Li Yuzong away.
Emperor Wusu sat up, spread his palms, and tried to circulate his internal energy. There was some deficiency, but no stagnation.
This movement aggravated the wound on his chest, and his gaze fell on his left chest, his brows furrowing slightly.
But it wasn't because of pain, but because the bandage on my chest had been tied into a delicate love knot, and the herbs on the white cloth had a strong bitter smell; I wondered what kind of medicine had been applied.
Emperor Wusu had not spoken for several days, and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Who did this?"
The group looked toward the spot where the emperor's gaze had lingered.
When Emperor Wusu woke up, he did not ask about the situation of the previous dynasty and Xijin, but instead became concerned about the knot.
But since Duan Mingfeng and Lu Juan were not in front of the emperor yesterday, it is unknown who made this knot of hearts.
Li Yuzong knew very well that Duan Mingfeng had called him. He pushed past Duan Mingfeng, took a few steps forward, cleared his throat, and said, "Your Majesty, this was made for you by Miss Ji Wu."
Emperor Wusu's gaze swept across the hall, and he asked, "Where is she?"
Just thinking about where Ji Qingwu is right now and what he might be doing makes me anxious.
Li Yuzong retreated again, hunching his shoulders and trying to hide behind Duan Mingfeng.
Seeing the emperor's displeasure, they knew now was not the time to discuss this matter. Firstly, national affairs came first, and secondly, they feared further upsetting the emperor, which might trigger the negative effects of what Lexi had said, harming his health.
Lu Juan spoke first: "Your Majesty, Lord Duan has something to report to you."
Duan Mingfeng, who was pushed out, maintained his tough-guy nature and said with a forced smile, "Master, the assassins sent by Xijin to the Emperor's Temple have all been wiped out, and no one was left alive."
"On the afternoon of the return trip from the ancestral worship ceremony, a small group of assassins appeared in the palace. Their target was Prince Yuan Heng, but they were all stopped by Miss Ji and General Wei."
Lu Juan glanced at Duan Mingfeng.
This martial arts idiot should not mention Ji Qingwu again at this time.
Duan Mingfeng continued, "General Wei deliberately used a trick to let the Fourth Prince of Xijin escape, and sent people to track him down, thus discovering his hiding place."
"The entire court is aware of your serious injuries. Last night, the court's spies made contact with Yuwen Tianqing."
Emperor Wusu nodded, indicating that Wei Ting had handled matters reliably and had not caused any major trouble.
After he sat up, he was able to move without much difficulty, but his face was still visibly pale.
Emperor Wusu raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as if holding a cold knife, and asked the question they had been avoiding again.
Where is she?
Lu Juan first distanced himself, saying, "The last time I saw Fifth Sister was when you returned to the palace unconscious after being assassinated. Fifth Sister was waiting at the palace gate. Today, I was busy looking for Lexi and was not in the palace, so I haven't seen her since."
Upon hearing that Ji Qingwu was waiting for him to return to the palace at the palace gate, Emperor Wusu frowned even more and shifted his gaze to the person beside him.
Li Yuzong slapped his forehead and said, "This old servant remembers that Miss Ji stayed by your side all night. This old servant doesn't know where Miss Ji went today."
Emperor Wusu's lips curled into a cold smile.
The last to speak was Duan Mingfeng, and it was clear to everyone that the Emperor was in a very bad mood.
He was under a lot of pressure, but he still answered honestly: "This morning, I saw Miss Ji. She left Zhaoyang Palace with a bundle on her back."
Despite the piercing gaze that seemed to penetrate his skull, Duan Mingfeng said, "This subordinate did not ask Miss Ji where she was going, but Miss Ji said... she said..."
Emperor Wusu continued the conversation expressionlessly.
"She said she would never come again."
Duan Mingfeng looked up in surprise, then nodded.
Everyone saw that the emperor's face was filled with a somber mood, as if a storm was brewing.
Emperor Wusu believed he understood Ji Qingwu's timid and fearful nature.
He could foresee the chaos that would ensue in the palace while he was injured and unconscious. He had always hoped that Ji Qingwu wouldn't be dragged into it, but now it seemed impossible for her to avoid being involved.
Even if he pushes her aside, she will still rush in headfirst because of Yuan Heng.
He never expected that she would stay by his side and take care of him all night during such a time.
But is Ji Qingwu terrified by the chaos in the palace and about to flee elsewhere...?
Emperor Wusu lay in bed for several days, feeling uncomfortable all over.
After he got off the ground, he waved his hand, and Li Yuzong quickly handed him his outer robe.
Before the meeting, one important person was still missing. Emperor Wusu frowned and asked, "Where is Wei Ting?"
Now, all three of them fell silent.
Emperor Wusu's cold gaze fell upon one person: "Lu Juan, you answer."
Lu Juan said in a low voice, "General Wei is not in the palace; he is busy with important matters."
Emperor Wusu asked, "What important matter could Wei Ting have to attend to? What is he busy with?"
When the emperor is assassinated, what could be more important than the emperor's safety than the trusted general who was not guarding the palace?
Lu Juan took a breath and quickly said, "General Wei is getting married today."
Emperor Wusu's brows furrowed instantly, and his breathing became much heavier, as if he had already guessed why Wei Ting had suddenly gotten married.
He slowly turned to look at Lu Juan and said in a gloomy tone, "Wei Ting chose this time to get married. He is truly a loyal minister and general of mine."
Even Lu Juan, who usually has good speaking skills, stuttered.
He said that he wanted to bring good luck to the emperor, hoping that the emperor would recover from his injuries soon.
Why should Wei Ting get married? Let him have a good luck-bringing wedding!
Suddenly, Emperor Wusu was overcome with rage and coughed, a bright red blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
The men's expressions changed drastically, and they surrounded the area.
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The Wei family.
After finishing his meal, Ji Qingwu rinsed his mouth with Xue Mei's help.
In a good mood, Wei Ting strode towards the clean room.
Ji Qingwu sat facing the dressing mirror, removed the heavy gold crown that was making her head ache, and heard the sound of water from her bath as she removed her hairpins and ornaments.
She sighed with worry.
Lanzhi hasn't returned yet, and she doesn't know if she brought her bottles and jars of medicine powder with her.
Xuemei is tidying up the dried fruits on the bed, which symbolize "early birth of a son".
Ji Qingwu turned around and said, "Xuemei, you don't need to do it anymore, you can go down first."
“But…” Xue Mei hesitated, looking at the mess on the bed.
Ji Qingwu rubbed his tense forehead and said impatiently, "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Madam, I'm right outside the door. Please call me if you need anything." Xue Mei carried the miscellaneous items on the table out.
After the door closed, Ji Qingwu walked to the bedside, glanced at it, then bent down and scattered the dried fruit all over the bed again.
After she had arranged the longans, peanuts, and other items evenly in each corner, she smelled a fresh, damp scent coming from beside her.
The scent enveloped her from behind, leaving Ji Qingwu nowhere to escape.
A warm breath enveloped her neck, making her feel as if she had been acupunctured.
"What is Madam doing?"
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