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Chapter 170 The emperor died?

"But the emperor's brother is ill and his mother is unconscious. What will happen if this continues? Once something happens in the court, I will become a subjugated princess. I don't know whether I can live. If I die, please tell me.

Miss, I apologize to Yuan Min for me, and say that Jiaoyue has no chance with him in this life, and our relationship can only continue in the next life."

When she said this, her eyes were so lonely that water could drip from her eyes.

How desperate must she be to imagine her country in such a miserable state?

But it's no wonder that one is her own mother, and the other is her brother who loves her the most. They got sick at the same time, and they couldn't afford to be sick together. How could she, a girl who was just seventeen years old, not have random thoughts?

"Princess, please don't talk nonsense." She frowned and comforted softly, "The Emperor is only temporarily comatose, and the Queen Mother will be fine."

Princess Jiaoyue wiped her tears and shook her head, "You don't know what they look like. Lying on the bed, they look like dead people. If they didn't still have a trace of breath, they would have been regarded as dead people long ago."

At this point, she started crying again.

At this time, Ye Shihan walked out of the Nourishing Heart Hall. He was probably a little worried about Su Muer. As soon as he went out, he looked around.

Seeing her here, he walked over quickly.

Seeing his solemn expression, Su Muer whispered:

"How is the Emperor's condition?"

Ye Shihan shook his head, a trace of despair flashed in his eyes, "It's not good. He doesn't eat, drink or wake up. He's like a living dead. Alas, what should we do? The queen has been crying. Go and see her later."

"

The implication of his words was that he also wanted him to persuade the queen to let the third prince step forward to take over the emperor's position.

Su Muer pondered for a while, then suddenly raised her sharp eyes and looked at him,

"Do you want the emperor to get better?"

"What did you say?"

Ye Shihan and Princess Jiaoyue looked at her with puzzled eyes, "What do you mean by this?"

Su Mu'er frowned. She thought for a long time. She couldn't do that kind of thing and refuse to save him. Even though she hated the emperor for punishing her father too harshly, there was no reason to watch him being treated as a dead person.

Thinking of this, she looked around alertly, and then whispered:

"I have a suspicion. If you want to save the emperor, you can give it a try. It would be a good opportunity for the emperor to take the opportunity to eradicate his dissidents."

Her words made Ye Shihan's eyes suddenly clear up. He knew that she was not someone who talked casually. Since she said this, she must have her reasons.

So, he looked at her with affection and expectation in his eyes,

"What exactly did you find?"

After he asked this question, a sly smile flashed across her lips.

"If it is as I expected, the emperor is not seriously ill, but has been poisoned by incense, so he has been sleeping. A normal person will die in seven days without eating, so this incense poison can make people sleep until they are hungry.

Die."

Seeing that the two of them were listening attentively, she continued:

"Just now when the palace maid brought incense into the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart, I smelled the smell of mandala."

"What is Datura? Do you mean that the emperor was poisoned?"

When Ye Shihan heard her words, his expression became even darker, and Jiao Yue opened her mouth in surprise.

"Mandala is a flower that can only grow in the northwest border, so you have to think about who was born there? Who is likely to get this mandala?"

"You mean, whoever is likely to get this flower is the one who poisoned Brother Huang?"

Su Muer raised her hand, motioning for the two of them to come closer, and whispered in their ears for a while.



Su Muer stayed in the palace for three days,

Early in the morning three days later, Ye Shihan came out of the Yangxin Hall and announced that the emperor had passed away and his body would be laid to rest for seven days. The princes would keep vigil for seven days. All concubines who had no heirs would be buried with him according to the law.

As soon as these words were spoken, the harem began to tremble, and the outside of the palace began to become uneasy.

The Third Prince and the Sixth Prince raised their troops to attack the city in the name of protecting the palace. Xiao Mo could not resist and quietly withdrew his troops. The Eastern Jin Dynasty had reached a precarious situation.

Ye Shihan stood at the door of Yangxin Hall with an unusually solemn expression. Although the weather was very good today, no matter how strong the sunshine was, it could not melt the frost on his face.

The three princes, the queen and the two noble concubines knelt in front of the emperor's coffin and cried, while Princess Jiaoyue kept burning paper money in front of the brazier.

Outside the Yangxin Hall, the ministers lined up one after another, and there were several palace maids and eunuchs in plain clothes kneeling on the three floors inside and three floors outside. They all looked gloomy.

"Report..."

A long announcement came, and Ye Shihan's face suddenly became alert,

"explain."

"Reporting to Your Majesty the Seventh Highness, the troops of the Three Kings and the Sixth Kings are divided into two groups and are already facing each other outside the palace."

Kill each other?

A contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Ye Shihan's mouth.

At this time, Concubine Xian suddenly stood up. She took two steps forward and came to Ye Shihan, looking at him with a fierce look in her eyes.

"Your Majesty Seventh, you cannot be the dominant one in this palace. Now that the emperor has passed away, it is better to establish a new king as soon as possible, so as to put an end to the conspiracy of those who are interested."

Seeing that the virtuous concubine had spoken, the concubine Shu naturally refused to be outdone.

She simply stopped kneeling, stood up directly, took two steps forward, glared at Concubine Xian, and said with some displeasure,

"A country cannot live without a king for a day. In my opinion, it is wise to establish a new king as soon as possible. However, the choice of this emperor must be fair."

"Whether it's fair or not is another matter. Since ancient times, it is understandable that the emperor's first son should be the crown prince. Sister Shu, please don't have such wishful thinking."

"Huh, am I wishful thinking? In my opinion, the heir to the throne should be a virtuous and virtuous person. When the emperor was still alive, he said that the eldest prince was too careless and unfit to be an emperor. The third prince could not speak, so

Yeah, the second prince Junhan will do his part."

"You fart."

When Concubine Xian heard Concubine Shu's words, she did not hesitate to open her mouth and curse.

Dare you say that her son cares too much? Who is she?

"How can Sister Xian Fei open her mouth to curse?"

"Why are you scolding you? The emperor pampered you when he was alive. Now that the emperor has passed away, you can only rely on your son."

"My son is the second prince. Among the three princes, he is the only one who is most qualified to inherit the throne. I will also be the empress dowager in the future."

"..."

"Are you done yet?"

Princess Jiaoyue stood up angrily when she heard them yelling and yelled,

"Brother Huang has not been buried yet, his bones are not yet cold, but you are fighting for the throne here. You must be too hasty."

Concubine Shu saw that Princess Jiaoyue's face was not very good-looking, and she also realized that she was a little rude because she was impatient.

So, she twisted her body, knelt down and sat back down. She knew that no matter how much she argued with the Concubine Xian, they could not come to an agreement, so it would be more beneficial to wait for the Third Prince to lead his troops to come in and make the decision for her.

Concubine Xian also lowered her eyebrows and glared at her before kneeling back to her original position.

The queen's face was always sad. She didn't want to fight. Even if the emperor died, she just wanted her son to come out of the palace and become a prince, and she could just become an ordinary old lady.


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