Let’s not worry about Prince Zhao’s selfish calculations for the moment.
Let's talk about King Zhao. From that day on, he stayed behind closed doors in Zhao Wang's Mansion and saw no outsiders... Of course, given the current situation of Zhao King's Mansion, not many courtiers were willing to visit.
Feng Shaojun was in the palace, well-informed, and fully aware of King Zhao's embarrassing situation. However, this had nothing to do with her.
With Emperor Qing'an's methods, it didn't take much effort to deal with a mere King Zhao. There was no need for her to care, and she had no intention of interfering. At the moment, all her thoughts were on her adoptive father.
Eunuch Yang's illness became more and more serious. When he had a headache, the pain was unbearable and very painful. He relied on acupuncture to relieve pain. Later, even acupuncture could not stop the headache. Dr. Li had to adjust the prescription and Eunuch Yang took it.
After taking an increased dose of the decoction, I fell asleep all day long, so that I could get some relief from the pain.
As a result, Eunuch Yang had very little waking time every day and had difficulty eating, so he relied on ginseng soup to survive.
The road of life has come to an end, and the fuel is about to run out.
Feng Shaojun, who was accompanying the sickbed, felt the most intuitive and obvious feeling, and felt extremely uncomfortable. In front of Eunuch Yang, he had to pretend as if nothing had happened and try his best to make Eunuch Yang happy every day.
How could Eunuch Yang not know that he was about to die?
In front of Feng Shaojun, he also pretended that nothing happened. Only at night would he sigh deeply.
Doctor Li's previous prediction was still too optimistic. He could only survive two months. If he could survive one month, he would be considered generous.
One day more than half a month later, Emperor Qing'an came to see Eunuch Yang in person.
Eunuch Yang could no longer get up and lay on the bed with a pale face. He said intermittently: "San'er, you go out and guard. We want to talk to the emperor."
Feng Shaojun felt pity in his heart, softly agreed, stepped out of the house, and closed the door.
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Inside the house, Emperor Qing'an sat beside the bed.
Looking at Eunuch Yang who was about to pass away with a gloomy face, Emperor Qing'an felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if something was blocked in his throat. After a long while, he managed to say: "Yang Jinghe, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
Eunuch Yang endured his headache and said in a low voice: "I do have something to ask the emperor for. Only when the emperor answers my request can I sleep peacefully."
Emperor Qing'an had a vague expectation in his heart and said: "You say it! I will definitely agree to you!"
Eunuch Yang cheered up and said: "I have no relatives, no wife, no children. My only concern is my adopted son Feng San'er. I beg the emperor to grant an imperial edict to San'er. No matter when and where I am in the future,
No matter what kind of difficulties we encounter, at least our lives are safe."
Emperor Qing'an took a deep look at Eunuch Yang: "Okay, I promise you."
Eunuch Yang was worried that one day, after the prince knew Shen You's true life experience, he would be afraid and would not tolerate Shen You and Feng Shaojun. Therefore, he wanted to seek a protective edict for Feng Shaojun.
After Emperor Qing'an agreed, Eunuch Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Your Majesty, my servant."
"After your slave dies, your Majesty, don't always think about your slave. If your slave should be reincarnated as soon as possible, he might be able to enter the palace again and be by his master's side..."
Emperor Qing'an's eyes dimmed, and he opened his mouth to interrupt Eunuch Yang: "Don't be a chamberlain in your next life. Join a wealthy family, study hard, gain fame, marry a wife and have children."
Eunuch Yang didn't have the energy to argue, so he followed Emperor Qing'an's words and said: "Okay, all servants will listen to the emperor..."
Before he finished speaking, his vision suddenly went dark and he fainted.
Emperor Qing'an's expression suddenly changed, he quickly opened the door and said loudly: "Send Dr. Li over immediately."
Feng Shaojun, who was standing guard outside the door, felt his heart sinking. He ducked into the room and quickly reached the bed. He saw Eunuch Yang's face was as golden as paper, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead from time to time.
Doctor Li trotted in carrying the medicine box and was about to salute the emperor. Emperor Qing'an said sternly: "Go and save people!"
Not daring to waste any more time, Doctor Li rushed to the bed, took out the golden needle, and moved it like flying.
Half an hour passed, but Eunuch Yang still didn't wake up.
The prince outside the door quietly came in and reported in a low voice: "To report to the emperor, Mr. Zheng Ge came to the palace to see you. He said he had something important to report..."
"Make him wait!"
Emperor Qing'an didn't even look back, his eyes were still fixed on Eunuch Yang who was unconscious on the bed: "Get out! You are not allowed to come in again without my permission."
The prince hit a hard nail and retreated.
Eunuch Shao, who was waiting outside the door, saw Eunuch Wang coming out in despair, and asked in a low voice: "How is Eunuch Yang?"
Eunuch Wang took Eunuch Shao a few steps away and lowered his voice: "It's almost done. It's just a matter of the next two days. The emperor felt so uncomfortable that he didn't even care about political affairs and stayed in the room."
Eunuch Shao's heart was heavy, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of envy: "Being a chamberlain and doing what Eunuch Yang is doing is unprecedented. The two of us will be half of Eunuch Yang's holy family members in the future, so we should be satisfied.
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Eunuch Wang glanced at Eunuch Shao: "You have a good idea. In the eyes of the emperor, you and I are just slaves on errands, and we are not worthy to be compared with Eunuch Yang."
"Speaking of which, I have been thinking about one thing these days. Do you think that once Eunuch Yang leaves, will Feng San'er stay in the palace? Then from now on, won't you and I want to kill Feng San'er?"
Speaking of this, Eunuch Wang also felt troubled: "Don't worry about this now. Let's wait until Eunuch Yang closes his eyes and finishes the funeral!"
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Emperor Qing'an couldn't stay here forever.
Another half an hour passed, but Eunuch Yang still didn't wake up.
Emperor Qing'an could no longer rest assured and had to leave. There was still a pile of memorials waiting for him to review in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and Mr. Zheng Ge was still waiting to report back on political affairs.
He looked at Feng Shaojun, who had been guarding the bed: "Feng San'er, you are always guarding Yang Jinghe. When Yang Jinghe wakes up, please send someone to give me a message."
At this moment, no matter how many unspoken grievances Feng Shaojun and Emperor Qing'an had, their moods were surprisingly the same. They were both worried about Eunuch Yang.
Feng Shaojun responded softly.
After Emperor Qing'an left, Eunuch Li, who had been administering acupuncture and first aid to Eunuch Yang, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves.
At this hour just now, Emperor Qing'an almost said nothing, his expression was solemn, and the power of heaven was like a huge stone pressing against his head. Doctor Li was sweating all over from being stared at, but thanks to his superb medical skills, his hand did not tremble when he gave the injection.
Feng Shaojun's eyes sparkled and he asked softly: "Mr. Li, can my adoptive father still wake up?"
Doctor Li wiped his forehead again and said in a low voice: "It's really hard to say. Maybe I just close my eyes. If I'm lucky, I might be able to regain my senses."
He really had to try his best.
Feng Shaojun was silent for a long time, then opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "Excuse me, Doctor Li, please try your best again."
