Remarry 9,000 Years Old

At nightfall, only a few lights were dimly lit in the Qianqing Palace, and it was not as brightly lit as imagined.

Shen Nanqiao followed behind Ning Su, feeling a little surprised.

"It is definitely not a good thing for the emperor to fall ill at this critical moment, so I decided to block the news." Ning Su explained to her concisely.

Shen Nanqiao understood and quickened his pace to catch up.

In the previous life, Emperor Ming died two years later than now, so it shouldn't be this soon.

She comforted herself in her heart without stopping, and soon reached the corridor, where she found that something was indeed wrong.

It was quiet inside and outside the warm room where the emperor stayed, which was a bit creepy.

She couldn't help but grab Ning Su's sleeve, and Ning Su patted her hand comfortingly.

The couple entered the inner hall. As soon as they stepped into the hall, they smelled the strong smell of medicine that could not be suppressed by the incense in the stove.

Ning Su took a quick glance and saw that there were only two eunuchs and an imperial physician in charge of daily treatment guarding the bed, so he turned around and gave orders.

"Go to the Imperial Hospital and invite the director to come, and bring some Qingxin Pills."

The health of Emperor Ming had been deteriorating in recent years. In order to avoid giving rise to criticism from the Empress Dowager, Ning Su was the one who carefully considered which medicine to take for any minor illness or disaster.

He would not easily send someone to invite an imperial physician, let alone the director of the hospital.

The already bad premonition became even stronger, but Shen Nanqiao didn't have time to think about it carefully, and walked forward to kneel down and pay his respects.

Emperor Ming indeed looked a little listless, leaning against the headboard of the bed, his cheekbones flushed, as if he had a fever.

Seeing Ning Su and his wife arriving, he forced himself to stand up.

"Otomo is here?"

He seldom called out like that in public. Perhaps it was because his illness triggered some emotion, but Emperor Ming was clearly feeling a little fragile at this moment.

Ning Su walked quickly forward, bowed slightly, then sat down on the footstool and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Your Majesty, was you upset yesterday, so you have some blood boiling?"

This is a euphemism. Seeing Emperor Ming's current state, it doesn't seem as simple as just being angry.

Sure enough, the emperor smiled bitterly.

"Don't you know my health, my dear? I can still scare people when I'm fine, but when I get angry and catch a cold, I'm in a mess."

Ning Su knew it very well.

The emperor's illness was half caused by his mother's birth, and half was caused by the anxiety and restlessness caused by the powerful enemies surrounding him.

So there was nothing else to say at this moment, so I could only comfort him.

"There's not much to do in the first month of the year, so take a good rest for two days." Then he turned around and asked the eunuch, "Why don't you see the prince?"

These days Emperor Ming has been keeping the Crown Prince by his side almost all the time, teaching him all the time, so it's rare that he wasn't seen today.

"When I fell ill yesterday, they were both here, and stayed for a few hours. I was afraid that it would cause too much trouble, so I just let them go."

Emperor Ming let out a long sigh.

Ning Su naturally knew the reason. He had already broken off relations with the Queen Mother. If he let her know that Emperor Ming had fallen, many more complications would probably arise.

"Duke Zhenguo didn't say anything, did he?" Emperor Ming leaned back on the large pillow again. "At this critical moment, we can't offend the old ministers."

Ning Su nodded.

"Your Majesty, rest assured. The Imperial Observatory has already prepared the edict for the Crown Princess and is just waiting for your order to announce it."

By then, I'm afraid that the matter will have become a fait accompli, and the Duke of Zhenguo won't be able to say anything.

Emperor Ming nodded with satisfaction.

"Otomo knows me best. The battle with the Queen Mother is inevitable. If I can settle this marriage with the Duke of Zhenguo first, he will have to do his best."

Shen Nanqiao felt a little unfair in his heart. In the eyes of the emperor, a marriage was just a bargaining chip.

At this time, the director of the Imperial Hospital was rushing over with a medicine box. He was stunned when he saw the group of people gathered together.

"Please check the emperor's pulse to see if he is safe." Ning Su's expression was indifferent, and the chief physician immediately understood.

He held it with both hands for a long time before finally letting go.

"It's okay. I've been overworked these past two days. You can continue taking the old prescription. I'll prescribe some new medicine to go with it."

Ning Su stood up slowly.

"I will go and watch the imperial physician prepare the medicine."

Shen Nanqiao was a little at a loss for a moment, not knowing whether he should go or stay. Instead, Emperor Ming took the initiative to speak.

"Let the factory official go. In recent years, whenever the imperial physician prescribes a new medicine, he personally supervises it and never delegates it to others."

Shen Nanqiao's heart tightened.

This kind of work that requires no help from others, in addition to demonstrating Emperor Ming's trust, is also a dead end. If anything goes wrong in the future, Ning Su will definitely not be able to escape the responsibility.

She muttered to herself but couldn't show it on her face, so she smiled.

"I haven't congratulated the emperor yet, but I am going to be a father-in-law."

There was a homely touch to his words, as if he was just an ordinary father.

Sure enough, Emperor Ming smiled.

"I appreciate your good words. When the date is set, I will have the Crown Prince go to your house in person to thank you for the matchmaking."

Shen Nanqiao is well aware that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger, so he must be more cautious at this time.

"I am only trying my best to help. The Crown Prince and the Crown Princess are destined to be together. With or without help, they will be together sooner or later." She glanced at Emperor Ming's face, "In a few years, you will probably become a grandfather."

Emperor Ming took a deep breath and no longer felt as happy as before.

"I am afraid that I will not be able to wait for that day. I only hope that with the assistance of my great companion, he can firmly hold on to the throne."

Shen Nanqiao's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know whether to respond or not.

An idea struck her.

"Then I, your wife, must take good care of the factory officials and strive to secure the position of these two generations of old officials."

Emperor Ming laughed immediately.

"In the past two months since we got married, I've noticed that he looks much better than before, which shows that your cooking skills are good." Seeing Ning Su coming back, he paused and said, "Go to the kitchen and make me a bowl of noodles. I suddenly want to eat the noodles we had last time."

Shen Nanqiao knew that he was using an excuse to get him out of the way, so he stood up and followed the eunuch to the small kitchen outside the door.

Then she heard a deafening cough from behind, followed by the sound of vomiting. She pinched her palms and forced herself not to look back.

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Shen Nanqiao: As long as I control myself, I won't become a witness