The Queen sealed her heart and locked up her love, and the Emperor was trapped in the crematorium

Even though Xie Yaoqing had said it so bluntly, without any evasiveness or euphemism, Xiao Chengxu still shook his head stubbornly.

He doesn't believe it.

I don't believe that Xie Yaoqing would really be so cold and heartless.

The sword in his hand was thrust a little deeper, and the palm of Xiao Chengxu's hand holding the sword was also cut with a deep scar. Blood continued to flow out of the wound, dripping down his arm to the ground, forming a strange and bloody picture in the middle of the night.

Xie Yaoqing sneered, drew his sword without hesitation, turned around and ordered coldly: "Go and get the imperial physician."

Zhiyu, Fengning and others who were chasing after her were completely stunned. They had never thought they would see such a scene - the emperor and the empress actually drew their swords against each other. How could they be a loving couple who respected each other like guests and had deep affection for each other? They were clearly enemies with a deep hatred! The empress was full of hatred for the emperor, and the emperor was full of guilt, as if all this was what he should bear.

The two imperial doctors were still in Kunning Palace and had not left, which saved them some trouble. The two doctors thought that it was no big deal after they had examined the empress, and at most they would stay to observe the situation and the visit would be a successful conclusion. However, they did not expect that they would be involved in such a big event and were hurriedly dragged into the room by the chief steward of the imperial court to examine the emperor.

When they saw the emperor's bloody appearance, it looked horrifying. The two imperial doctors were terrified and puzzled at the same time.

Was the emperor assassinated? Otherwise, how could he be so seriously injured?

But there was no sound of anyone trying to catch the assassin. The imperial doctors were doubtful, but the most urgent priority was to provide first aid. They tried their best to remain calm, put aside all distractions, and began to treat Xiao Chengxu's wounds meticulously.

The two doctors looked at each other, quickly took out various tools and herbs from the medicine box, carefully cleaned the blood around the wound, and sealed the acupuncture points with silver needles to stop the bleeding. Then, they applied the golden wound medicine on the wound and bandaged it with a clean cloth.

During the entire process, the two imperial doctors were fully focused and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

If these wounds are not properly treated, they will be finished if anything happens to the emperor.

Half an hour later, the imperial doctors finished the initial treatment of the wound. Although the wound was still hideous, it was no longer bleeding.

The two doctors were sweating and panting, but they did not relax. Because there was a more important task ahead - observing the emperor's injury and subsequent treatment.

"Is it okay now?" Feng An asked worriedly.

One of the doctors bowed and replied, "Your Excellency, the emperor has lost too much blood and is extremely weak. He urgently needs a lot of nourishing things to replenish his blood. In addition, because the wound is very easy to get infected, it may cause symptoms such as fever, so someone needs to take good care of the emperor day and night."

At this moment, Xiao Chengxu had already fallen into a coma, lying on the bed with a weak breath, muttering Xie Yaoqing's name from time to time.

Feng An knew that he missed Xie Yaoqing, but it was obviously unrealistic to ask Xie Yaoqing to come and serve him. Not to mention whether Xie Yaoqing was willing, just because she hurt Xiao Chengxu, Feng An didn't dare to ask her to come easily.

After all, if Xie Yaoqing is still not satisfied, there is no guarantee that he will draw his sword again at some point and stab Xiao Chengxu, worsening his injuries, or even causing the emperor to die and ascend to paradise soon.

Therefore, Feng'an could only arrange for palace servants to serve him himself, and he also guarded Xiao Chengxu's bedside diligently and conscientiously, staying awake all night.

In the second half of the night, as expected, Xiao Chengxu really developed a fever. Feng An hurriedly followed the doctor's instructions and wiped his body to help dissipate the heat. He was very busy.

When the sky began to turn pale in the dim morning light, Feng An had been guarding Xiao Chengxu's bedside, but he showed no signs of waking up. Feng An was extremely anxious and finally had to make up his mind to go to Xie Yaoqing for advice and ask for instructions on matters related to today's morning court.

Xiao Chengxu is seriously injured now, and he is definitely unable to attend court to handle government affairs. And the only person who can make the decision in the palace now is probably Xie Yaoqing. If Feng An does not consult Xie Yaoqing, he really dare not make his own decision.

Xie Yaoqing was naturally very unhappy to be suddenly disturbed from her sweet dream. She frowned and looked at Feng An with a cold face, her tone cold and a bit sarcastic: "You came to see me so early, could it be that your master is dying? Do you want me to go over and collect his body and bury him?"

Hearing this, Feng An couldn't help but smile bitterly, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He quickly bowed and explained, "Empress, please calm down. Although the emperor is seriously injured, his life is not in danger. Please rest assured. The reason I came to bother you this time is because the morning court is imminent. I dare not make a decision on my own, so I came to ask for your instructions."

Xie Yaoqing let out a long "Oh" lazily, looking extremely tired, "What a pity."

That simple sentence was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples and stirring the hearts of everyone present.

What a pity? Everyone knows the answer to this question, but no one dares to ask, let alone express their opinions. In this palace, sometimes keeping silent and pretending to be deaf is the wisest choice. Because only in this way can you save your life.

When Feng'an asked carefully about the morning court, Xie Yaoqing just glanced at him indifferently, and then said nonchalantly: "There are only two excuses. Either tell the truth and tell the civil and military officials directly that I hurt the emperor last night, so that the emperor is not in good health and cannot attend the court. In this way, we can also inform them in advance and let them prepare to mourn for the emperor one day. As for the other excuse... it's nothing more than that the emperor caught a cold and was not feeling well, so he stopped attending the court today."

Feng An actually already had an idea in mind, and he knew what to do next after hearing this. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Xie Yaoqing say, "In fact, there is a better way. Didn't you say that there is no danger to his life? It's very simple, wake up your master and let him go to court. As the king of a country, the country and the people are his most important responsibilities. How can he miss the morning court because of a little pain? It's too disappointing. The people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the least. Your Majesty's move is really not the move of a wise king."

"Empress, please be careful with your words. The emperor has not woken up yet. He had a high fever for two hours at night and kept calling your name. The emperor loves you deeply, but you don't cherish him. Why do you trample on his feelings and don't care about his life or death at all? You and the emperor are married."

Feng An finally couldn't stand it anymore and boldly said something rude.

With his status, he had no right to yell at Xie Yaoqing like that, but at this moment he really couldn't help but stand up for his master.

In his opinion, Xie Yaoqing's actions were too cruel and ruthless. In comparison, Xiao Chengxu seemed much more pitiful.