The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun shook his head: "No, if I don't meet with the ministers, there will probably be trouble."

"Xiang'er, don't worry. I'm fine now. If you don't believe me, just look." He touched Concubine Xiao's hair to comfort her.

She hesitated to speak, her eyes full of worry.

Qin Yun is everything to her. Why did so many accidents happen one after another just when everything was going well?

"Your Majesty, you must promise Xiang'er that you will come back and lie down to rest as soon as you meet the ministers." She almost begged.

Qin Yun looked at her watery and worried eyes, and his heart melted: "Okay, I promise you!"

"Eunuch Xi, why don't you go and summon him?"

"Yes!"

Eunuch Xi immediately bent over and retreated.

Soon, many ministers came to the imperial study.

Basically, all the ministers of the cabinet came, including Prime Minister Lin Changshu, the six ministers, the military commander Wang Ming and so on.

Qin Yun sat on the dragon throne with his hands behind his back. His face looked normal, not as exaggeratedly weak as he had been in the past two days.

Seeing this scene, Wang Wei and others couldn't help but reveal a hint of disappointment.

After being in a coma for two days, can you still stand up?

"I heard that there have been a lot of rumors in the imperial capital these past two days. Some people are even saying that I am critically ill!" Qin Yun looked at everyone and said lightly.

Lin Changshu bowed and said, "Your Majesty, may you live forever. How can you be defeated by a minor injury or illness?"

"That's right, Your Majesty is a blessed man, how could anything go wrong for you!" Someone followed to flatter him.

Qin Yun's expression was calm, and he continued, "Really? I heard that the imperial capital is treacherous, and many ministers are moving around, as if they are waiting for me to die!"

Hearing his dissatisfaction, all the ministers immediately knelt down.

"Your Majesty, we dare not!"

Qin Yun snorted and said, "That's the best. I just feel unwell and need to rest for a day or two. Don't make a fuss about everything!"

"If there is any important government affairs, you can directly submit the memorial to me. If there is nothing important, please help me handle it, Lord Lin."

"Yes." Everyone replied in unison.

Qin Yun's eyelids felt heavy, and before he knew it, the effects of the poison began to take effect again. He didn't know when he would faint or vomit blood.

He bit his tongue and insisted, pretending to be calm and said, "My dear ministers, is there anything else? If it's nothing important, please leave first."

The ministers looked at each other and communicated with their eye contact.

Everything about Your Majesty is so abnormal. If you are not seriously ill, why would you secretly seal off the palace and increase security?

How could they secretly invite the imperial physician into the palace and not let him out until now? They were obviously trying to block the news.

Moreover, after their observations, they found that Qin Yun seemed to be very different from usual and was unwilling to stay in front of others for a long time. What was he trying to hide?

Throughout the imperial capital, people from all walks of life were asking about the emperor's condition.

They finally met Qin Yun and were unwilling to leave just like that.

At a glance from Wang Wei, Lin Changshu stood up.

"Your Majesty, I know that there is an abbot in Mount Zhongnan who has excellent medical skills and is proficient in elixirs and massage. Why don't you send someone to invite him over to let Your Majesty take a look?" he asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yunlong was furious.

He stood up suddenly, picked up a file from the table, and smashed it hard at Lin Changshu's face.

"Bastard thing!"

"Snapped!"

The file hit Lin Changshu's face without any mercy, causing his face to be broken and look a little embarrassed.

"Are you really looking forward to my death?" Qin Yun roared with all his might, and the sound was deafening.

Those eyes stared at Lin Changshu like a wild beast.

Lin Changshu was so frightened that he trembled and fell to his knees without caring about the wound on his face.

"Your Majesty, I did not mean that. Please forgive me."

Wang Wei and the others immediately knelt down upon seeing this and pleaded for Lin Changshu, "Your Majesty, we are also worried about your health. We are afraid that you are working day and night on government affairs and may be feeling unwell."

"Since your majesty is in such good spirits, it seems there is no need to invite any host."

Qin Yun glanced at everyone, flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, and left.

Only after he walked away did the ministers dare to stand up slowly.

The look he gave Qin Yun was full of suspicion. His Majesty didn't look like he was seriously ill. Could he be pretending?

All the important officials left the imperial study with their own ulterior motives.

On the other side, Qin Yun was already exhausted on the way to the Yangxin Palace.

His complexion suddenly turned pale, even with a hint of blue, which frightened the guards and they hurriedly drove him back to the palace.

He was holding on in the imperial study just now. If Wang Wei and others were to notice his suspicion, there would be a huge uproar and maybe even a coup.

As soon as he entered the Yangxin Palace, Qin Yun spat out blood again, and the bloodstained the dragon robe red.

The chronic poisons that had accumulated over a long period of time gradually began to erupt during this period.

The imperial doctors were extremely anxious, but they could only use simple methods to help Qin Yun relieve the pain. As for treatment, there was no way to talk about it at all.

During this time, Concubine Xiao Shufei knelt before the bed and prayed for him, with tears streaming down her face, and her beautiful rouge was all stained by her tears.

How she wished that the person lying here was herself, not Qin Yun.

In this way, Qin Yun held out until the night, barely able to breathe.

He felt better and asked Concubine Xiao Shufei to bring him a bowl of porridge. He lay in her arms and began to eat.

"Xiang'er, your arms seem to have magic power. I don't feel uncomfortable lying in your arms." Qin Yun said with a smile, trying to make the best of a bad situation.

Concubine Xiao Shu felt upset, but she forced a smile and comforted her: "Brother Yun, Xiang'er will not go anywhere. I will hold you until you get better."

Qin Yun smiled and said nothing.

Two figures came in smoothly from outside the palace, holding Qin Yun's imperial waist pendants.

He walked quickly, was accompanied by imperial guards, and his movements were mysterious.

One of them was Mr. Feng, who had been away for two days.

Next to him was an old man about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a linen shirt. He looked very ordinary, but his face was quite kind and he was in good spirits.

In his arms, he held a small black wooden box that looked quite old and had been polished.

The two of them entered the palace secretly, one in front and one behind, and went straight to the Yangxin Palace.

"His Majesty!"

Old Feng walked in quickly, his cloudy eyes showing a hint of fatigue, but when he saw Qin Yun lying weakly in Concubine Xiao Shufei's arms and nothing happened, he smiled with relief again.

Seeing Mr. Feng return, Concubine Xiao Shufei and others felt reassured.

"Mr. Feng, have you found a good doctor?" Concubine Xiao Shu asked nervously, her phoenix eyes constantly looking outside.

Elder Feng bowed to the two of them and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, Madam Concubine Shu, this old servant has fulfilled his mission and brought back a peerless doctor!"

A perfect doctor?

Qin Yun's eyes widened, and his mood instantly improved: "Quick, invite the person in, I've had enough of the dizziness."