usatvline Chapter 191 - Imperial Concubine
Chapter 191 - Imperial Concubine
"Sister, do you know what she did that you protect her?" Gu Liuqing raised his arm and pointed at Lu He with his index finger. The murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense, and he wished he could skin her alive with his eyes.
"Qing'er, Luhe is your legally married imperial concubine. It does not violate any moral principles for her to sleep with you. Besides, she has been with you through thick and thin since she was six years old. What is unforgivable about this? You must remember that you are not only an emperor, you are also her husband!" After she finished speaking, she slapped him hard.
"Princess..." Lu He wanted to go forward to see her distressed, but was stopped by Gu Qinghong's arm. "Lu He, you don't have to feel sorry for him. He deserves to be beaten, otherwise he will never wake up! He will hold on to that illusory dream until he dies!"
Gu Liuqing glanced at the elder sister in front of him for a long time, then lowered his head slightly and passed by her and left the room. In Gu Qinghong's view, the back figure was really lonely, which made her feel a little upset.
"Luhe, stay with him and protect him well. The war is about to start and the world will begin to be in turmoil. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with him for long." Gu Qinghong said a little tiredly.
"Don't worry, Princess. Lu He will! He is Lu He's life!"
At this time in the Nanyue Palace, batches of imperial doctors were wiping their cold sweats in the Longxing Palace, taking turns to treat Shen Junyang who was lying on the bed, but no one could find out the cause of the illness.
"Master Liu, how could the emperor's uncle suddenly fall ill? What should we do on the Nanyue River?"
"Don't say too much, let's just treat the disease!"
Feng Jinhuan stood at the palace gate with a stern face, his fists clasped behind his back, and looked around at the beautiful land. He couldn't help but think that within three days he would no longer be a puppet.
"Your Majesty, we are unable to find out what disease your uncle-in-law is suffering from. Please punish us!" Two responsible officials from the Imperial Hospital hurriedly walked to Feng Jinhuan and knelt down to plead guilty.
The young man, who was not even eight years old, had a cautious smile on his lips, which frightened the two imperial doctors on the ground so much that their backs were soaked with sweat and their kneeling legs began to tremble. Why had they never felt before that the aura of this little emperor was so terrifying?
“Since we can’t find the cause, why don’t you go back and continue investigating? If anything goes wrong with the King’s uncle, the kingdom of Nanyue will begin to be shaken. We will not let you off easily then.” He flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.
"Lord Liu, what does the emperor mean by this?" One of them raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Don't speculate in this palace. Whether the doctor can cure it or not, we should diagnose the disease."
Just when the two were about to get up and return to Longxing Palace, a team of imperial guards suddenly jumped out and surrounded them. Without saying a word, they picked up their swords and chopped off their heads.
It was almost noon and people in the palace were already in a panic!
Feng Jinhuan slowly stepped into Longxing Palace holding a bowl of porridge. He waved his hand to dismiss all the imperial doctors and palace maids, then sat down quietly beside Shen Junyang's bed and tucked the quilt for him. At this time, Shen Junyang was breathing more than he was breathing in.
"Jinhuan, your father didn't accompany you to court today. I hope those ministers didn't make things difficult for you. Are you afraid?" Shen Junyang asked weakly with half-open eyes, his old and dark yellow hands constantly groping around.
"Dad, Jinhuan is not afraid. Jinhuan has found out the two imperial doctors who poisoned you. They were Feng Moyu's old ministers. They wanted to murder you and restore your throne. Now they have been killed by my son." Feng Jinhuan answered obediently.
Shen Junyang nodded slightly as if proud, then raised his hand slightly to signal Feng Jinhuan to help him up.
Feng Jinhuan carefully fed Shen Junyang porridge, and from time to time he used his dragon robe to wipe the porridge grains stuck to the corners of his mouth. The Longxing Palace was filled with warmth, but the good times did not last long. Less than half an incense stick of time after he finished a bowl of porridge, Shen Junyang began to twitch all over and foam at the mouth, and his eyeballs kept bulging outwards, as if he wanted to eat people.
“Ah…ah…” Shen Junyang scratched his throat with his hands, but more and more white foam came out. He pointed at Chu Qingtian fiercely, and his old face covered with knife marks instantly turned crimson purple. However, his cloudy eyes were completely open, and he pointed at Feng Jinhuan in disbelief, “You…you…”