"No, I don't need it. It's been a great gift for me to be by your Majesty's side for so many years. Now, His Majesty is seriously injured and dying, so he entrusted the throne to his uncle. But for me, His Majesty has not finished Things must be completed by me. Uncle Emperor, I will replace your majesty and see if you can make Tianche a prosperous governance and let the people live and work in peace and contentment. After my death, I will tell your majesty one by one... "
Chen Zimo's beautiful eyes were filled with dust, and her elegant palace skirt was leaning on the railing, fluttering in the wind, "This is the last thing I can do for Your Majesty."
"The King will definitely let you watch that day, instead of Nan Hen, and instead of the people of the world, watch that day." Mo Zhilan sounded like a promise, like a guarantee, in the dark palace: "That day will not be too long." Far away."
All that was left to her in this huge palace was loneliness and Mo Nanhen's dream... Shen Zimo leaned her head on the railing, her eyes were clear and she could not see any emotions of joy or anger.
From now on, the Queen of the Tianche Empire will understand what it is to be lonely...
In the Zichen Palace, Feng Xizi looked at the oozing blood. A bloody smell filled the tip of her nose. She took half a step back and shouted: "Zhilan! Come in quickly!"
Mo Zhilan and Shen Zimo, who were guarding the door of Zichen Palace, quickly pushed the door open and crossed the screen to see that Mo Nanhen was actually smiling and coughing even more violently.
Mo Zhilan stared for a moment, then shouted: "Teach the Imperial Physician!"
Dozens of imperial doctors were waiting in the side hall of Zichen Hall. Mo Zhilan ordered them to go down and they immediately came to the inner hall to change the dressing and check the pulse.
Shen Zimo accompanied Mo Nanhen, while Feng Xizi and Mo Zhilan were sitting on the soft couch outside the screen, watching the imperial doctors and chamberlains coming and going, and basins of blood and water being brought out from the inner room. Bowl after bowl of life-saving soup was delivered to the inner room.
I don't know how much time passed, but the imperial doctors knelt in front of him and said in fear: "Your Majesty, your Majesty is fine for the time being. It's just that he lost too much blood and the wound cannot heal. The injury is too serious. I'm afraid there is no way to save him."
The expected words still made Mo Zhilan close his eyes, suppressing the desolation and sadness in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "We must save your majesty at all costs!"
"This... I will try my best to save your majesty's life." The imperial doctor could only say this. Mo Nanhen will definitely not be saved at the moment, so what he can do now is to leave a way for himself to survive.
Feng Xizi looked at Mo Zhilan's serious face, then looked at the imperial doctors kneeling at their feet, sighed and advised: "Zhilan, the imperial doctors are innocent, and saving your majesty's life is the most urgent thing right now."
Seeing that Mo Zhilan's expression softened a little, Feng Xizi said to the head of the Taiyuan Hospital: "Any medicine that can extend life, if it is not available in the palace, you can go to the Feng family to get it. The Feng family has many life-saving treasures, as long as it can If it is used, the Feng family will do its best to cooperate with Taiyuan Hospital."
Upon hearing Feng Xizi's assurance, the head of the Taiyuan Hospital breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Princess. I will prescribe the prescription right now. I would like to ask the Princess to help me with some herbs."
Feng Xizi nodded and agreed to the imperial doctor's request.
The imperial doctors also retreated, prescribing prescriptions and administering medicines.
Mo Zhilan sat blankly on the soft couch, looking at the faintly visible bed behind the screen. Of course, he also knew that Mo Nanhen had been hit by several swords and it was not easy to survive until now.