Chu Wuyou had a cold-blooded expression on his face from beginning to end. No one knew that he had hated his father since he was a child, and no one knew that all his filial piety was a lie.
He had watched his father neglect and beat his mother since he was a child, banished her to the cold palace, and allowed Concubine Xue to force his mother to death. Scenes of these past events emerged before his eyes.
There were many times when he wished that his so-called father would die, but when he got sick, his heart suddenly started to hurt.
Although his face was extremely cold and showed no sign of mercy, his heart was already riddled with holes.
"Useless thing, come here, call all the doctors from the Imperial Hospital!" Chu Wuyou finally gritted his teeth and spoke. At this time, his eyes were as angry as lions.
"Your Highness, it's useless even if you call all the imperial doctors. This medicine has been replaced. Please give me another chance. I will find an antidote for the emperor as soon as possible."
Mr. Yun hurriedly knelt on the ground. He was the eldest in the Imperial Hospital. He was the head of the hospital, and the medical skills of those others were inferior to his.
Who can solve the problem that even he can't solve?
If the queen detained him now, there would be no one to save the emperor.
As soon as they heard the news that the emperor might die, all the concubines knelt on the ground with frightened expressions, and their faces turned pale, especially those who had no heirs.
But you must know that most of the concubines who have no heirs and no backing have no choice but to be buried with the emperor. Those who have a slightly better fate have to guard the tombs in the deserted imperial mausoleum.
At this time, everyone was panicked and trembling.
Xu Huangwei was spinning around in circles with anxious eyes. He was so nervous that he was sweating profusely. Although he covered the sky with one hand, he was not mentally prepared for the emperor's immediate death.
"Dad, don't be nervous, let me do it."
When Xu Huangwei was so nervous that his face turned pale, Changle gently shook his calloused hand and gave him a firm look.
Xu Huangwei looked at Changle in surprise and said hurriedly: "Silly boy, what are you going to do? Are you going to die like Yun Ruoxue? Don't go, come back!"
He would not allow his daughter to get involved in such things. His daughter must be well behaved.
Changle is very grateful for her father's care at the critical moment of life and death, but she also believes that God will always bless and favor good people and make them happy.
Although she doesn't think she is a good person, she can cure this disease, so why not save someone's life?
Don’t Buddhists often say that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda?
Thinking of this, regardless of Xu Huangwei's anxious objections, Changle calmly brushed his robes coldly, raised his head like an elegant fairy, and walked step by step towards the stage.
At this time, Liu'er and Xu Huangwei sighed anxiously. Why would Changle bother? She didn't need to show anything at all. If something went wrong, the entire Xu family wouldn't be able to bear it.
"Why are you all still standing there? Why don't you drag this old immortal and this harmful person down?" At this time, Yan Ruyu was already staring at Mr. Yun and Yun Ruoxue with an extremely cold look. She wished she could chop them both with one palm.
Mr. Yun was a loyal man, but he never expected that he would encounter such a disaster in his later years. He looked at the queen in disbelief. He was clearly framed. Could it be that the queen couldn't tell the difference between loyalty and adultery?
He knelt on the ground in great pain, almost holding back tears. This was the humiliation of being wrongly accused.
Just when someone was going to pull Mr. Yun away, Changle stepped forward and blocked the guard heavily, his red lips curled coldly, and he said in a steady voice: "Wait a minute! I can give it a try. If it doesn't work,