After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

Qin Junyu had never spoken to him in such an attitude before, let alone been so stubborn.

"Okay, sir, I know what to do." Qin Junyu closed the book, threw it aside impatiently, picked up the memorial that had been left out for a long time, and pretended to read it.

Nian Chengyun was helpless and nodded, saying, "It is my humble servant who has overstepped his authority."

He bowed and walked out.

Qin Junyu was stunned, his eyes dull, he glanced at the memorial in his hand, then raised his eyes to look at Nian Chengyun's lonely back as he left, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Nian Susu frowned, floated back and forth in front of him, and said through gritted teeth: "Qin Junyu, wake up! Do you know what you are doing now!"

Qin Junyu has gone crazy and won't listen to anyone.

He pinched his eyebrows and fell down on the dragon table. Nian Susu did not return to the small dark room, which meant that he was not asleep.

Qin Junyu was also asking himself why things turned out like this.

-

In early December, the emperor returned to the palace.

The Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests - the emperor's bedroom.

"You said that the emperor was ill the second day after returning to the palace. Isn't that too coincidental?"

"The emperor was not in good health before he disappeared, and now he has fallen into the hands of the queen. How good can his treatment be? It's a miracle that he managed to survive and return to the palace yesterday."

"But I've endured for so long, why do I have to suffer as soon as I return to the palace?"

Civil and military officials were kneeling outside the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests, and they were all discussing the emperor's critical illness.

All the doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau were standing by the dragon bed, taking turns to feel his pulse. They knew exactly what was going on.

The fourth prince Qin Siyi and the fifth prince Qin Wenyuan knelt with red eyes. Behind them were concubines from various palaces, led by Concubine Ning, who were all silently wiping their tears with handkerchiefs.

Many of them had just entered the palace, and some had never even seen the emperor. Unexpectedly, they did not receive much favor, but instead received news that the emperor was dying. They cried, not for the emperor, but for themselves.

Concubines without heirs were to guard the imperial mausoleum. Once they entered that place, they would never be able to get out. The great beauty Shenghua was buried under the imperial mausoleum along with the emperor.

Qin Junyu knelt in the front, with his head lowered and an expressionless face. No one knew what he was thinking.

The sobbing in the hall was intermittent, and there was no other sound. It was horribly quiet. Everyone had their own plans in mind.

In a quarter of an hour, all the palace gates in the imperial city were locked, and no one was allowed to enter or leave. The guards surrounded the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests, and hundreds of ministers were forced to retreat a hundred steps away. Even the concubines in the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests were driven out and were not allowed to enter without being summoned.

The three princes were still guarding the bed.

Li Zhongquan hurried into the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests under hundreds of curious gazes, his face livid.

Several concubines who were on good terms with Concubine Ning cried out, "Sister Ning, what should I do? I don't want to guard the imperial mausoleum."

Concubine Ning stared at the gate of the Qinian Palace absentmindedly with a dull look in her eyes.

The palace servants in the palace retreated three feet away from the dragon bed. The imperial physician was still discussing the treatment plan, but there was no result because there was no method that could bring the dead back to life.

"Your Highness." Li Zhongquan came closer to Qin Junyu without knowing when, and called him in a low voice. Qin Junyu turned his head and Li Zhongquan gave him a wink.

Qin Junyu looked away. Because he had been kneeling for too long, his legs were numb, and he staggered to his feet, supporting himself on his knees. The emperor hadn't woken up yet, so he and Li Zhongquan walked to a corner.

"Is second brother back?" Qin Junyu took the initiative to bring up the topic.

Li Zhongquan was about to tell him about this, but said with regret, "Not yet. The earliest it will arrive is tomorrow."

He glanced at the dragon bed and lowered his voice even lower, "Based on the emperor's current condition, I'm afraid he won't be able to wait."

Qin Junyu lowered his eyes, and his calm eyes finally showed some ripples. He murmured, "My father loves my second brother the most."

"Your Highness, would you like to invite Prince Qing to come and see the Emperor for the last time?" Li Zhongquan asked tentatively.

When Qin Junyu stared at him meaningfully, Li Zhongquan quickly added: "Although Prince Qing is not in a good mental state, he is the emperor's son after all. It's time for him to come and see him at this time."

He didn't dare let Qin Junyu know that he knew Qin Fengtian was the son of the Queen and Qin Zehai.

Firstly, he didn't know what Qin Junyu was thinking. Secondly, if the emperor didn't want such a royal scandal to spread, it would be better for him to pretend that he didn't know.

Qin Junyu said indifferently, "No need, he doesn't know anything and is hard to control. It would be bad if he offends Father."

"Have someone keep a close eye on him and don't let him leave Zhongcui Palace for the time being."

Li Zhongquan responded, glanced over there, noticed something new was happening over there, and winked at Qin Junyu.

Qin Junyu turned around and saw that his two younger brothers had thrown themselves on the bed and were talking to the emperor.

Li Zhongquan nodded and walked away consciously.

Qin Junyu returned to the bedside. The emperor grabbed Qin Siyi and Qin Wenyuan's hands. He wanted to speak but couldn't, and he felt very uncomfortable.

When he saw Qin Junyu, he became a little excited, let go of Qin Siyi and tried to reach Qin Junyu.

"Brother." Qin Siyi's nose was red from crying, and he took the initiative to make way for Qin Junyu to get closer.

Qin Junyu knelt on the footstool and held the emperor's skinny hand, "Father, I am here."

He frowned and looked melancholy, but you couldn't tell how sad he was.

The emperor's lips opened and closed, but he was unable to pronounce the words clearly, and he kept making "ahhhh" sounds for a long time. Qin Junyu didn't understand what he meant, so he could only read his lip shapes carefully, but unfortunately he only understood half of what he meant.

"Father, what do you want to say?"

Qin Wenyuan told him calmly: "Father said that you must govern the country well and be a wise ruler, so that he can leave with peace of mind."

The imperial doctors knelt down at the same time and bowed their heads to the ground.

Although passing the throne to the crown prince was expected, I still felt uneasy when I was in such an atmosphere.

Qin Junyu didn't know when Qin Wenyuan learned lip reading, and for a moment he doubted whether what he said was true, but after Qin Wenyuan finished speaking, the emperor actually became quiet.

"Father, don't worry. I will never let you down." Qin Junyu held his hand tightly.

The emperor nodded twice slowly, closed his eyes, and his chest rose and fell gradually to nothing. He passed away very peacefully.

The imperial doctors seemed to sense something. The judge stepped forward to check the patient's pulse. He was horrified and immediately knelt on the ground, trembling, "Your Highness, the Emperor... The Emperor has passed away."

Qin Siyi cried out "wow", threw himself on the bed and shouted "father", the tears he shed were all true feelings. Qin Wenyuan's performance was not so intense, but he was also really sad, he lowered his head and shed tears silently.

All the palace maids in the Qinian Palace knelt down.

Qin Junyu closed his eyes, exhaled, and it took a long time before he let go of the emperor's hand.

Li Zhongquan knelt down crying, unable to get closer, and could only take a glimpse of the emperor's final appearance from afar.