Cang Xixue took another step toward Feng Guche, reached out and flicked Feng Guche's arm as if brushing dust off his sleeve.
Shen Biyun sneered inwardly.
Since the current emperor fell ill, the entire palace has been cleaned spotlessly, and even the emperor's arms are covered in dust.
Cang Xixue's actions were clearly meant for her own benefit.
"Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince is right. This matter is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly. Your Majesty should follow His Highness the Crown Prince's advice."
At first glance, it seemed that Cang Xixue was trying to persuade Feng Guche, but in reality, her words completely enraged him.
However, Feng Guche did not vent his anger on Cang Xixue, but instead looked at Feng Xilan with certainty of his death.
"Your Highness, only when I am no longer here will Your Highness have the final say!"
Feng Guche's face was as cold as frost as he spoke, word by word.
After hearing this, Cang Xixue hurriedly knelt on the ground and prostrated herself on the ground.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I spoke without thinking and offended Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"
"What crime have you committed? Get up! The guilty ones are those with ulterior motives!"
Feng Guche made a veiled remark, and while speaking, he reached out and helped Cang Xixue up.
Even now, Shen Biyun and Feng Xilan remain kneeling motionless in the main hall.
Feng Guche's attitude towards Cang Xixue was completely opposite to his attitude towards the Empress and the Crown Prince, and the difference was like heaven and earth.
At that moment, an idea flashed through Feng Xilan's mind.
If Mu Chenshuang were here right now, how wonderful that would be.
Mu Chenshuang is calm and composed, never panicking in the face of adversity, and her medical skills are superb.
Feng Xilan believed that if Mu Chenshuang were here, he would be able to figure out what was going on even without a large-scale investigation.
Unfortunately, Feng Guche no longer believes in himself or the people behind him.
In Feng Guche's view, he, Prime Minister Shen, Marquis Mu, Mu Chenshuang, and others were all birds of a feather.
When exactly did I become a thorn in my father's side?
Feng Xilan was deep in thought when footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, a group of guards escorted the head steward of the imperial kitchen in.
The head chef of the imperial kitchen, Song Cheng, was pale-faced and stumbled as he followed the group of people. As soon as he reached the door, he tripped and fell heavily.
Without bothering to brush the dust off his body, Song Cheng immediately kowtowed towards the direction of the palace as soon as he stood up, almost kowtowing every step he took to reach Feng Guche's side.
Seeing this, the guards following behind Song Cheng could not use their hands to hold his arms and drag him forward, so they could only let Song Cheng kowtow and shed tears.
Song Cheng knelt down on both knees, his voice trembling with sobs.
"This servant greets Your Majesty!"
Feng Guche glanced at him, then looked away with some disgust.
"Today, poison was found in my ginseng soup."
Feng Guche's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like thunder to Song Cheng.
Someone poisoned the Emperor's ginseng soup; this is a capital offense!
I was in charge of the Imperial Kitchen, which was responsible for the Emperor's meals. With such an incident, the Imperial Kitchen could not escape blame.
Upon hearing this, Song Cheng nearly fainted from fright.
Taking a deep breath, Song Cheng bit his tongue hard to calm himself down, but cold sweat still broke out on his forehead.
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