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

Nian Susu shook her head without explaining the reason. In order not to worry the two, she pretended to be happy, happily took the pomelo leaf and went to the bathhouse.

-

Early November.

Yongkang Palace.

The bed of Concubine Chunyi was surrounded by many people, including several imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau, Qin Junyu, Nian Susu and Qin Wenyuan. Everyone had a serious expression and a frown on their face.

Qin Wenyuan's eyes were red, and it was obvious that he had just cried.

Several imperial doctors took turns feeling his pulse, and each of them responded by sighing and shaking their heads.

Concubine Chunyi closed her eyes and breathed weakly. No one knew how long she could hold on, as if she would die at any time.

"Your Majesty, can I have a word with you?"

The imperial physician and Qin Junyu walked outside, and Nian Susu followed them.

Looking back, Qin Wenyuan was kneeling in front of the bed, holding his mother's hand, tears in his eyes. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to, and cried silently.

Several people went to the inner corridor to talk.

Imperial Doctor Li had a serious expression, his brows furrowed with frowns. He told Qin Junyu earnestly: "Judging from the current condition of Imperial Concubine Chunyi, she will not survive this winter. Your Majesty, please make preparations early." He lowered his head.

"I understand. You can go down." Qin Junyu closed his eyes.

Since the imperial physician said so, there was no need to ask any other questions. All they could do now was to prepare for the funeral.

After a while of wind, the haze on Qin Junyu's face dissipated. He glanced at Nian Susu, who was worried and had no idea, "Lingling, what do you think? Is it true that Concubine Chunyi's illness cannot be cured?"

She understood medical skills, and compared with the imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau, Qin Junyu naturally trusted her more.

He had experienced the pain of losing his mother at a young age and knew how helpless and sad that person was. He didn't want his younger brother to go through the same thing, so as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he was willing to try.

But Nian Susu shook his head, his eyes full of guilt and helplessness, "The Empress Dowager Chunyi is already on her last legs. No matter how precious the herbs are or how skilled the doctors are, they can't bring her back to life."

Qin Junyu almost blurted out: "You have." But he opened his mouth and held back from saying it.

He looked up at the gloomy sky and exhaled: "Then let's do our best and leave the rest to fate."

……

Qin Junyu returned to the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests and played with the ring absentmindedly.

Qin Wenyuan's things were still on the desk and had not been taken away in time. There were the calligraphy stickers he used to practice calligraphy, the books he often read, and... the memorials from April this year. They were originally kept in the library, so how did they get here?

He casually flipped through a few books and found new handwriting on them, a thin gold style that was very similar to his, and densely covered with annotations.

Lin Shoude happened to come to get something. Seeing Qin Junyu was absorbed in reading and puzzled, he explained, "This was specially sent by the Fifth Prince. He said that no matter how much knowledge you read from books, it is not as fast as learning through practice. So he took the memorial you approved and re-studied and understood it."

He glanced at the date of the memorial and said with a smile, "This is from April. I guess I finished reading January, February, and March a few days ago."

Qin Junyu was both relieved and moved, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He was not mistaken.

Since Concubine Chunyi might not live until the spring, we should resolve all matters by the end of the year. If we delay any further, something unexpected might happen.

The next day, Qin Junyu announced a piece of news that shocked the world at the morning court. All the civil and military officials in the court knelt down and asked him to revoke his decision.

"Your Majesty, you have been on the throne for less than a year, and now... you are passing the throne to the fifth prince. What do you think people in the world will think? This is really inappropriate!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are in your prime, why do you want to pass the throne to the Fifth Prince, a thirteen-year-old child! Your Majesty, please take back your order for the sake of Liuli and its people!"

"Your Majesty, think twice!"

……

The ministers, who had always expressed their own opinions and had different views, rarely formed a united front. Every word they spoke was brilliant, and they wished they could have "dying remonstrance" engraved on their faces.

Soon a large group of people knelt down in the center of the hall, but Nian Chengyun and several ministers who had the right to speak were still standing, with meaningful expressions. They did not look at the emperor, nor did they intend to make any suggestions, as if they acquiesced to the emperor's decision.

They were all loyal ministers that Qin Junyu had spent a year selecting for Qin Wenyuan. With their assistance in government affairs, Qin Wenyuan would be able to govern the country in an orderly manner after he ascended the throne.

Qin Junyu suddenly smiled and said firmly, "I have made up my mind. You don't need to persuade me anymore. The imperial edict will be issued tomorrow and announced to the world. It will be a foregone conclusion. I hope you will continue to offer advice and suggestions to Liuli, serve the master loyally, and achieve great things."

Everyone looked at him with sharp eyes, and there was reluctance, confusion, and more importantly, regret in their eyes.

He had made so many achievements in less than a year since he ascended the throne. This was not achieved by diligence alone, but more by talent, experience and experience. Which emperor in history books could have such a glorious moment?

They are loyal to the court and hope that the monarch they serve is a wise one.

Qin Junyu said earnestly: "If you must ask the reason..."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a bitter smile: "Just think that I don't have many years left to live. Abdicating now is the best option."

"Although the Fifth Prince is young, he is already capable of shouldering important responsibilities after being taught by the Crown Prince's three teachers and me. With the assistance of all of you, my beloved ministers, I can rest assured."

Everyone had a sad expression on their face and felt extremely heavy.

I thought the emperor had recovered from his illness and everything would return to normal, but what I got was the imperial edict of succession and the abdication decree.

Qin Junyu stood under the plaque that read "Zhongzheng Renhe". His court robes were so dazzling and his eyes were full of expectations for the future.

He spoke in a heavy tone, "I'll leave Liuli to you!"

The ministers' eyes were filled with tears. They knelt down and shouted, "Long live the emperor!" over and over again.

-

This news soon reached Qin Wenyuan's ears, and he rushed to the Qinian Palace from Yongkang Palace without stopping. Although he had vaguely guessed his brother's intention long ago, he still couldn't accept it when the day really came.

He worked hard and studied diligently, but he was still worried that he would not be able to be a good emperor and would fail his brother's trust...

He ran into the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests, panting, and stopped behind the palace gate.

Inside the hall, Qin Junyu lay on the desk piled with books, soundly sleeping with long breaths.

Qin Wenyuan's steps became slow and heavy as he approached. He recalled that when he was six years old, his elder brother taught him to write stroke by stroke. The palace servants ran in to congratulate his elder brother on being named the crown prince by their father.

He was originally happy, happy for his royal brother, but his royal brother's hand holding the pen was shaking, and there was no sign of happiness on his face.

At that time, he had not yet realized what the "crown prince" shouldered, nor did he understand the difficulties involved. He only knew that the crown prince would become the emperor in the future.

He asked innocently: "Brother, do you want to be emperor?"

Children speak without restraint, and they may not take what they say to heart, but the emperor's brother answered him seriously: "No, I don't want to be the emperor at all."