As soon as Ling Ziyan finished speaking, the huge Jiuqutai Hall suddenly became quiet. Gu Tingfang stared at him with a face as cold as water, and he took a deep breath in his heart.
Yin Luzhu lightly pursed her lips. She looked at the forbearing Ling Ziyan and then at the rosy-cheeked imperial concubine not far away. She coughed lightly.
"Prince Donglin's bleeding is not stopping, which is worrying. Let the imperial doctor come and take a look."
"It's okay, but the imperial concubine looks very bad. Your Majesty, you'd better take the imperial concubine back to the palace quickly."
Gu Tingfang had a gloomy face and said nothing.
Yin Luzhu knew of his disappointment. She took a step forward and patted Crown Prince Donglin on the shoulder, "Your Majesty just left, and you felt something abnormal in your body. You were worried that something might happen to you, so you came here regardless." p>
Hearing this, Ling Ziyan looked at Gu Tingfang in surprise.
Sure enough, his face was horribly flushed, and the dense sweat on his forehead was even more eye-catching.
He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.
"It's all my fault, which has caused your Majesty to suffer such disgraceful poison. Please punish me."
"Go back first."
Gu Tingfang just said a word indifferently, turned around and walked out of Jiuqu Terrace.
Yin Luzhu nodded slightly towards Ling Ziyan, turned around and followed Gu Tingfang's pace.
She knew that Gu Tingfang must be feeling very sad right now. After all, all her bad ideas were wasted like this.
But no one would have thought that Ling Ziyan, who was rumored to be a womanizer, could still maintain a clear mind even when faced with such stunning women as Bai Zhixi and being poisoned by love.
Surprising.
……
Back at Zhaode Hall, Gu Tingfang leaned on one side and breathed hard. He looked like he was in extreme pain.
He casually pulled off his robe, and for a moment, he only had a middle coat on his body, and the inner robe was vaguely visible.
Yin Luzhu stood not far away and looked at him, frowning slightly.
‘You’re already like this, but you still can’t bear to part with that little blood? Do you have to hold on?’
Hearing the sound, Gu Tingfang turned around and looked over.
Their eyes met, and Yin Luzhu saw that his eyes were as deep as the night sky, with a little mist in them.
His crimson lips opened slightly and he was exhaling hot breath.
"Ahem!" Yin Luzhu stepped forward and coughed lightly, "Your Majesty, how about I ask Ji Yanchen from the residence to come and take a look at it for you?"
"No need."
Gu Tingfang refused without thinking.
"Get out."
He glanced at Yin Luzhu coldly and scolded in a low voice.
"I resign."
After leaving these three words, Yin Luzhu turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Gu Tingfang.
"Yin Luzhu, it is imperative to eliminate Donglin's military power."
Turning around, Yin Luzhu took a deep look at him and said, "I know that your Majesty is eager, but there must be a reason. Otherwise, it will be unsettling to have an unknown teacher."
Yin Luzhu lowered his eyelashes gently, and the fists in his sleeves couldn't help but tighten.
‘Not only Donglin, I want the remaining three vassal kings to die completely, and there will never be a chance of recovery.’
Her heartfelt voice reached Gu Tingfang's eardrums, suddenly dispelling his fever. He looked at Yin Luzhu in shock and saw that she had left Zhaode Hall, leaving only a thin figure behind.
Gu Tingfang was puzzled.
Is this Yin Luzhu cutting down the feudal vassals for the sake of him as the king, for the unification of the Yin Dynasty, or... does it have any selfish motives?
