The most romantic little emperor

Qin Hao's eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and he said calmly, "I heard that rumors have been spreading in the capital recently. Some people are even saying that I am critically ill and will not live long! Is there anyone who still wants me to repair the imperial mausoleum as soon as possible?"

Su Zhengfang immediately stood up, bowed respectfully and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you are a thousand years old. How can you be defeated by a small injury or illness? Those rumors are just the nonsense of some ignorant villains. Your Highness does not need to pay attention to them."

Another civil official followed closely behind him and flattered him, "That's right, Your Highness is blessed with great fortune. Good people are blessed by heaven. How could anything go wrong?"

Qin Hao smiled slightly, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He said lightly: "Really? I heard that the capital city has been very lively these past two days. Many ministers have been visiting each other so that they can line up in advance, as if they are all looking forward to my early death. In this way, everyone can get a share of the pie!"

Hearing the hostility in the prince's tone, all the civil and military officials in the court immediately knelt down and said respectfully in unison: "Your Highness, we dare not!"

Qin Hao snorted and sneered, "I dare not, that's the best. I just feel a little unwell and need to rest for a day or two. Don't make a fuss about everything and cause an uproar."

He paused and continued, "If there is an emergency, you can send the memorial directly to my bedroom. If it is a trivial matter, Minister Su, Grand Tutor Dong, and Grand Tutor Xie, you three can handle it on my behalf."

Everyone did not dare to slack off and answered in unison: "Yes, Your Highness."

Before he knew it, Qin Hao's eyelids became heavy and he felt drowsy. The poison began to attack his body again. He could not predict when he would fall into a coma or when his clothes would be stained with blood.

However, he bit his tongue tightly, trying to stay awake and maintain a calm appearance.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said with a laugh: "My dear ministers, do you have anything important to report? If there is nothing urgent, please leave."

The ministers looked at each other and exchanged information with their eyes. They could sense that the prince was acting abnormally today.

Because his words and actions were completely different from before, if he was not seriously ill, why would he secretly seal off the palace and strengthen the security in the capital?

Moreover, why would the palace secretly invite the imperial physician into the East Palace and not let him out until now? Could it be that they were blocking the news and covering up some unspeakable truth?

Moreover, after their observations, they found that Qin Hao seemed very different from usual. He was unwilling to stay in front of people for a long time and seemed to be deliberately avoiding everyone. What was he trying to hide behind this?

The entire capital is now in a state of panic, with various forces trying to inquire about the emperor and the prince's health conditions.

Some courtiers with ulterior motives finally met Qin Hao, how could they give up so easily? They watched the prince slip away from their eyes!

Su Zhengfang only gave him a look, and Kong Boli immediately stepped forward. He tentatively said, "Your Highness, I heard that there is a master in the southern mountain of the capital. He is very skilled in medicine and his alchemy skills are even more exquisite. Why don't we send someone to invite him to the palace to take a look at him?"

Unexpectedly, Qin Hao flew into a rage upon hearing this. He stood up abruptly, picked up several memorials from the table, and threw them hard at Kong Boli. The memorials hit him firmly in the face, instantly disfiguring his face and causing blood to flow, making his already ugly face even more miserable.

"Bastard thing!"

Qin Hao shouted angrily, "Fuck you, are you really looking forward to my death?"

His eyes were as sharp as those of a wild beast, staring at Kong Boli as if he could see through him.

If looks could kill, he would have died countless times already.

Kong Boli's heart trembled, and he did not bother to wipe the wound on his face. He fell to his knees with a thud, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness, I have no such intention. Please forgive me."

Su Zhengfang and the others also knelt down immediately after seeing this. He even pleaded for Kong Boli, "Your Highness, we are concerned about your health. We are afraid that you may feel unwell from working day and night. Since Your Highness is fine, it seems that there is no need to invite the host."

Qin Hao glanced at them coldly, and seeing their sincere attitude, his anger subsided a little. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Since you all think that the king is in good health, then continue to discuss politics."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

Kong Boli secretly rejoiced in his heart that he had finally escaped this time.

Qin Hao endured the discomfort of his body and listened to the reports of several ministers in succession. However, when he found that these so-called "big things" were nothing but trivial matters, he could not help but get furious.

He slammed the table and said coldly, "Humph, you dare to bring such a trivial matter to me for discussion. What's the point of the court supporting you? If you can't even solve such a small matter, you might as well go home and retire early, and stop occupying the toilet without doing anything."

All the civil and military officials were silent and allowed Qin Hao to get angry. As long as His Highness did not vent his anger on them, it would be fine for him to curse at them.

Qin Hao looked around at the ministers present, and finally his eyes fell on Minister Su, Master Dong, and Master Xie. "Minister Su, Master Dong, Master Xie, the three of you will handle these government affairs on behalf of the king."

After saying this, he didn't even look at the crowd again, and without waiting for their reaction, he just turned away.

The ministers who were left looked at each other in bewilderment, and only left after the prince had gone far away.

However, they looked at Qin Hao with eyes full of suspicion, and they secretly wondered in their hearts, His Highness did not look like he was seriously ill, could it be that he was pretending all this?

At the same time, Qin Hao was already exhausted on the way to the East Palace. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, even with a hint of purple, and his body was shaking violently.

Seeing this, Mu Wenxiu quickly fed him another pill, and Li Yihuan also quickly practiced internal energy for him. The accompanying guards were panicked and hurriedly drove him back to the East Palace.

Just now in the court, he was holding on. If Su Zhengfang, Dong Sicheng and others had noticed something, it would probably cause a huge uproar and even trigger a coup.

Qin Hao ordered to go directly to the Crown Princess's bedroom. As soon as he arrived here, he coughed up blood again, and the blood dyed his dragon robe red.

The chronic poisons that had long been lurking in his body were now beginning to erupt gradually, like a long-accumulated flood, mercilessly attacking his body.

The imperial doctors were extremely anxious. They tried various methods in a panic, but they could only temporarily relieve Qin Hao's pain. As for real treatment, they were helpless.

Fortunately, Li Yihuan was constantly supplying him with internal energy, which allowed him to retain a glimmer of life in his body.