Concubine Xin tidied up her appearance and walked into Xuanyi Hall calmly. When the officials saw Concubine Xin, they all knelt down and said:
"I see you, Concubine Xin. She is a thousand years old, a thousand years old."
"Without courtesy, I'm fine." Concubine Xin asked softly, "I wonder why you came to the palace late at night to start the performance?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for speaking frankly. I heard rumors tonight that Your Majesty was injured by an assassin and his life is in danger.
And Concubine Li was kidnapped by assassins. Concubine, is this matter groundless?"
The ministers seemed to have a unified voice and asked one after another.
"Everyone, please rest assured that this is all scaremongering. It is true that His Majesty was injured by an assassin, but he is not in danger.
If you don’t believe it, Dr. Wu from the Imperial Hospital is here, and he knows exactly how serious your Majesty’s injuries are.”
"My lords, you are overly worried. Your Majesty only has a flesh wound and will recover after a few days of rest."
A thin layer of sweat broke out on Doctor Wu's forehead, and he explained to everyone in fear.
"As for Concubine Li being kidnapped, there is no such thing. Concubine Li is just seriously ill and has been staying in the palace to recuperate.
I don’t know why Mr. Song is so concerned about the affairs of the harem. The harem has always been governed by me.
Do you doubt that I am incapable of governing?" Concubine Xin raised her eyebrows coldly, causing the ministers to panic.
Hearing this, the ministers lowered their heads to whisper and began to discuss...
"This humble minister also believed the rumors, and hopes that the empress will forgive me..." Mr. Song was sweating and did not dare to refute her words.
"Although His Majesty's injury is not serious, I am worried that the court will not let him know that his injury has recovered. If you have any objections, I will ask them to come directly to me.
I'm exhausted, you all should step aside!" Concubine Xin said coldly, and left with a puff of sleeves.
"Farewell, your Majesty." The eunuch's high-pitched voice sounded, and everyone dispersed.