Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

The empress dowager sat beside Emperor Shengwen thoughtfully, and no longer ordered anyone to go to Prince Dingbei's mansion to summon Ning Xin to the palace.

Upon seeing this, Princess Shouning let out a faint smile, then quickly exchanged glances with Queen Lin, and then looked away.

"In that case, let Xuan Fangqige come in!" The Queen Mother's eyes turned cold and her voice deepened, her old eyes staring straight outside the bedroom.

Fang Qige, the director of the Imperial Hospital, hurried to the Queen Mother and knelt on the ground with a plop:

"Your servant Fang Qige pays respects to the Queen Mother, the Queen, the Crown Prince, and the Princess..."

The Queen Mother waved her hand impatiently:

"Alright, alright, tell me honestly, why did His Majesty's illness come on so quickly, but the Imperial Hospital didn't notice it at all before?"

Fang Qige's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He had already looked through the pulse records of Emperor Shengwen in the past few days. The Imperial Hospital had maintained the system of taking Emperor Shengwen's pulse every other day for many years, and all the imperial doctors above the fourth rank in the hospital took turns to perform the system.

According to his calculations, Emperor Shengwen must have been poisoned four or five days ago, and he was the one who took Emperor Shengwen's pulse five days ago.

He dared to guarantee with his head that Emperor Shengwen was fine and nothing was wrong five days ago.

The two imperial physicians who took Emperor Shengwen's pulse after him were Sun Ping and Su Xingfang.

These two people have not been found since this morning.

Fang Qige had been an imperial physician for more than twenty years, and had witnessed countless dirty and shameful things in the palace.

When he discovered that Sun Ping and Su Xingfang were missing, he knew that the Imperial Hospital was in great trouble.

"I am guilty! Queen Mother, the two imperial doctors who took the emperor's pulse in the past few days are now missing. According to my deduction, the emperor was poisoned during the pulse diagnosis by these two imperial doctors. They were so bold as to conceal the fact that the emperor was poisoned, which is why..."

Fang Qige replied tremblingly.

The Queen Mother's face turned livid in an instant, her eyes flashed with anger, her hands clenched into fists, her joints turned white with anger.

She stood up suddenly, and the precious jade pendant on her waist fluttered with her movements.

"Investigate! Investigate this matter thoroughly for me!" The Queen Mother's voice revealed her unquestionable determination, "I want to see who is so bold as to do such a cruel thing to the Emperor!"

Two small imperial doctors could not become emperors even if they plotted to murder them. There must be other culprits behind this.

Along with the Queen Mother's fury, the entire bedroom was shrouded in a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Everyone understands that a battle between power and life and death is about to take place in the palace.

Chu Hantian took a few steps forward and bowed to the Queen Mother:

"My grandson requests that you conduct a thorough investigation into the poisoning of my father."

The Queen Mother's chest kept rising and falling, and she closed her eyes and nodded:

"Your Majesty has ordered the Crown Prince to govern the country, so the Crown Prince naturally has the right to thoroughly investigate this case."

She hesitated for a moment, and looked at the director of the Imperial Hospital with a sharp look:

"Fang Qige, I order your Imperial Hospital to do everything in its power to treat the Emperor. If anything happens to the Emperor, you... will all be buried with him!"

Fang Qige shuddered when he heard this, and then kowtowed heavily:

"This old minister will obey the Queen Mother's order!"

Outside the bedroom, the imperial physicians who were nearby heard the empress dowager's instructions, and the timid young physicians had already collapsed to the ground.

A smile flashed in Princess Shouning's eyes.

Emperor Shengwen lay quietly on the bed with his eyes still closed and his lips tightly pursed into a line.

Dingbei Palace.

Yue Ran, wearing a cloak, stood quietly in Yue Yuan's courtyard, his black and white eyes staring towards the direction of the imperial palace.

After the news of Emperor Shengwen's illness spread, she had been waiting from morning till sunset, but there was no news of Xuan Ningxin entering the palace.

Yue Yuan pushed the wheelchair to her side and sighed:

"I didn't expect that the Queen Mother's family, whose honor and disgrace depend on Your Majesty, would make such a choice in the selection of the person to heal Your Majesty."

Yue Ran turned and looked at his father:

"Father, when Princess Shouning entered the palace, she brought her two children with her."

She looked serious and had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Do you think the palace will be on war preparedness in the next few days?"

Yue Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at the sunset in the sky, and suddenly laughed softly:

"This princess has great ambitions. If she fails to achieve her wish this time, she will definitely not give up."

"Ranran, father will give you full command of the palace's private army."

Yue Yuan's voice was low and solemn in the evening breeze.

"Remember, if the prince regards the palace as his number one enemy and the palace's private army is defeated, you must escape!"

Yue Yuan looked at his daughter's delicate face, which was 50% like his own and 50% like his late wife. His thin face was full of calmness:

"In the palace, only your father is a burden to you. Ranran, it's time to leave. If you can fly freely, your father and mother will be happy for you."

When Yue Ran heard this, a slight sour feeling rose in his nose.

She squatted down and looked at her father with a smile:

"Father, do you underestimate your daughter? Just wait and see how I fight back the enemy."

Yue Yuan reached out and touched his daughter's hair, having already made a decision in his heart.

At night, Cheng Wei, the Grand Secretary of the Privy Council, paced back and forth in the room, with contradictions and worries flashing in his eyes.

Ling came into the house carrying a bowl of ginseng soup and frowned when she saw this:

"Master, it's already this late, why are you still worrying about something?"

Cheng Wei looked up at his wife, with so much on his mind that he couldn't say a word. He could only sigh deeply.

Ling didn't care. Her master had great ambitions in his heart, which she didn't understand anyway. Her master would support her even if the sky fell.

She brought the ginseng soup to Cheng Wei's desk, with a hint of excitement on her face, and asked tentatively:

"Master, I want to tell you something."

Cheng Wei knew Ling very well, and he immediately rebuked him upon hearing this:

"You haven't given up yet? You still want your nephew to marry Yue Ran? Can you please wake up?"

Ling was reprimanded before she could say a few words, and she felt extremely aggrieved.

"Master, do you think I am so superficial?"

"This time, I am not proposing marriage for my nephew. I am thinking of our Rui'er."

When Cheng Wei heard this, his left foot tripped over his right foot and he almost fell flat on his face.

He finally stood firm, turned around and glared at Ling:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Rui'er and Yue Ran?"

"What are you thinking about every day? Rui'er is only eighteen years old. There are so many noble ladies in the capital, why do you want to keep staring at Yue Ran?"

"not to mention!!!"

When Cheng Wei said this, he suddenly shut his mouth and turned his head to hide the panic in his eyes.

Ling stood up feeling wronged:

"What are you angry about, sir?"

"I also know that Rui'er was wronged by marrying Yue Ran, but look at the Dingbei Palace. Princess Song entered the family temple, the eldest son was expelled from the palace, and the second son was also sent to Xilu Academy."

Her eyes lit up as she spoke, trying to analyze the pros and cons to her husband:

"The huge Dingbei Palace and the Dingbei Army will all be Yue Ran's dowry in the future! Master, if Rui'er marries her, he won't have to worry about anything in his life!"

"At worst, I can let Rui'er deal with her for a few years, give her a sterilizing soup, and then let Rui'er marry a good girl. By that time, I'm afraid the King of Dingbei will be dead. Without the support of her family, what can Yue Ran do?"

"Master, do you think my idea is good?"

Ling stared at her husband expectantly, but saw Cheng Wei's face turned pale, he closed his eyes and nodded slowly, then he slapped her in the face, making her see stars.

"Good sir!"