After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

Chapter 663: The Emperor is Sick

August 16th.

The atmosphere in the Qinian Palace was tense. The palace servants stood guard at the door with serious expressions. Voices could be heard from inside, but they were not clear, but heavy sighs could be heard.

After a while, Chen Yuanpan and several respected old doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau came out. Their worried looks said it all.

"Alas... I have been practicing medicine for more than 40 years and have never seen such a strange disease."

"Perhaps it's because I stayed in the lake for too long last night, and the water got into my body and couldn't be expelled, which caused the pressure on my heart."

"No, no, no... In my opinion, the emperor's new and old injuries have accumulated to the extreme, and several symptoms have erupted at once, which is why he is so troublesome."

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The imperial physicians spoke in a mysterious way as their voices gradually faded away. The palace servants guarding the gate were horrified, and the only thought in their minds was: Is the emperor in danger of his life?

Even these old doctors say the disease is difficult to treat, which shows how serious the condition is!

"Ahem... ahem..." Lin Shoude came out, his face not looking any better than those few people just now. He glanced at the palace servants on the corridor and said meaningfully: "The emperor has been in poor health recently, so you who serve him nearby should be careful. If you cause trouble and make the emperor's condition worse, you can't just get away with a beating."

"Yes." A group of people responded tremblingly.

Lin Shoude walked out of the door with heavy steps.

The palace servants were whispering, discussing the situation of the person inside.

Mingde Hall.

The court was supposed to go to court at Mao time, and it was already Chen time, but the emperor had not appeared yet. The ministers were a little uneasy and were talking about it.

Some people also encouraged their colleagues to go to the Qinian Temple to find out what was going on, but no one really dared to do so.

Prime Minister Nian stood at the front and was the calmest of all. The fact that he didn't say anything didn't mean that he didn't have any suspicions in his heart.

After the emperor fell into the water last night, he and the empress returned to the Qinian Palace together. The two of them did not come out again until this morning when the empress returned to the Zhongling Palace. This ruled out the possibility that "the spring night is short and the sun rises high, so the king will not attend the court early from now on."

Then there is only one possibility left: the emperor is sick.

When Prime Minister Nian thought of this, he sighed worriedly.

"Even if you don't go to court, at least send someone to inform us! How can you leave us here alone?" Shen Qiyuan shouted angrily. He was punished last night and was full of resentment. Now that he finally got the chance, he must take advantage of it.

Although most people had this idea, no one dared to agree with him and they all lowered their heads. If the emperor heard it, it would be another crime.

Shen Qiyuan looked around and saw that those Confucian officials who were usually good at speaking were now like turtles hiding their heads. He couldn't help but laugh sarcastically, "Normally, one or two people would hang up the slogan 'Ministers should risk their lives to advise' on the roadside. It sounds good, but when it's time for you to step forward, you are afraid of death!"

"If you don't go, I'll go!"

He waved his sleeves and was about to leave Mingde Hall. All the ministers' attention was on him.

Shen Qiyuan had just stepped out to the center of the hall when a sharp voice reached everyone's ears: "Where are you going, Lord Shen?"

It was Lin Shoude's voice. Did it mean that the emperor had arrived? Everyone's eyes turned to the dragon throne.

Only Lin Shoude was standing next to the dragon throne, and everyone was obviously disappointed.

Shen Qiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "It turned out to be Eunuch Lin." Thinking that he had said nothing wrong just now, what was he afraid of facing a eunuch? He was confident and raised his head and chest and asked: "Where is the emperor? Why didn't he come to court?"

Lin Shoude smiled with an ambiguous meaning, "Thanks to Shen Baolin, the emperor felt unwell after returning to the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests last night. The Empress took care of him all night but his condition did not improve. This morning, his condition was even worse, so he was unable to attend court."

"The Emperor is ill in bed, and even in his confused state he did not forget to ask me to come and inform you all. Sorry for the long wait."

The spearhead was directed at Shen Qiyuan.

Shen Qiyuan looked grim, trying to make excuses for himself: "The emperor was rescued by the guards not long after he fell into the water last night. How come he is so seriously ill?"

Lin Shoude raised his chin slightly, without even glancing at him, and said arrogantly: "This servant doesn't understand. Just now, Chen Yuanpan and several old doctors have examined the emperor's pulse, and they have returned to the Imperial Hospital to discuss treatment methods."

Everyone was shocked and even alarmed Chen Yuanpan and several veteran doctors. One can imagine how seriously ill the emperor was. How could he be as well as Shen Qiyuan said?

Shen Qiyuan realized the seriousness of the matter, his legs went weak and he almost kneeled down in public.

"Until the emperor recovers, the morning court session will be cancelled."

"If you have anything to report, please submit it to the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests. The Emperor will read it when he wakes up."

After Lin Shoude finished his instructions, he waved his whisk and said loudly: "Dismiss the court——"

The adults dispersed.

"Shen Baolin is too ignorant. How could he let the emperor get into trouble for his own sake? Not only will he make the emperor sick, but he may also endanger the country!"

"Yes! Shen Baolin is a noble lady after all, how come she doesn't even have this much perspective?"

"I guess he's crazy about being favored."

When men start gossiping, they are just as aggressive as women. They kept gossiping all the way. Shen Qiyuan followed them not far away. When he heard them scolding his daughter, he became so angry that his face turned green.

What he couldn't understand was that Shen Xinran, a weak woman, was fine, so how could the emperor, a man, become so sick that he couldn't get out of bed just because he choked on some water?

The more Shen Qiyuan thought about it, the more strange it seemed.

Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests.

As soon as Nian Chengyun finished his court session, he dressed in his official uniform and rushed from Mingde Hall to the Qinian Palace. He wanted to see if Qin Junyu's condition was as serious as Lin Shoude said.

Both for public and private reasons, he should care about his son-in-law.

The atmosphere in the usually deserted and quiet Qinian Palace was particularly depressing today. One could tell from the heavy faces of the palace servants that something big had happened.

No one dared to stop Nian Chengyun. When they reached the door of the bedroom, Gong He went in to report. After a long while, he came out and made a "please" gesture, "Master Nian, the emperor invites you in."

Prime Minister Nian stepped forward, while the palace servants stood guard outside the palace.

The scent of cedar in the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests was strong, with smoke filling the thick curtains. One could hear a pin drop in the hall, and the rustling sound of clothes dragging on the ground was amplified tenfold.

There was someone lying on the dragon bed, and the palace maids serving him were standing very far away, with their hands on their abdomens, their heads nodded and lowered, not paying attention to the people entering the hall.

Prime Minister Nian walked to the bedside and was shocked to see Qin Junyu’s face as pale as paper.

He also didn't expect Qin Junyu's face to look so ugly. A person who fell into the water would at most catch a cold, have a fever and cough, but Qin Junyu's condition seemed to be terminally ill.

No wonder Chen Yuanpan and several experienced doctors were invited to work together to discuss the treatment plan.

"Your Majesty?" Nian Chengyun called cautiously.

The person on the bed did not respond, and his face was so calm that he looked like he was gone.