Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1987

Emperor Zhaowu screamed madly, his fingertips dug deeply into his palms, and blood flowed down his sleeves.

"Waste! All of you waste!" He suddenly jumped up and overturned the gilded candlestick, and the flames exploded into a golden color on the green jade brick.

The Minister of the Court of Justice was so frightened by Emperor Zhaowu's sudden action that he jumped back half a step, avoiding the broken light from the candlestick.

Seeing this, the two old doctors behind him rushed forward at the same time, holding down the emperor's spasming arms on the left and right.

The soothing incense specially made by the Imperial Hospital wafted from their sleeves, but it could not suppress the violent aura surging from the emperor.

At the same time, Emperor Zhaowu tore off the snow-white silk undershirt embroidered with cloud patterns, and the collar with gold-thread edging was twisted and deformed under the brute force.

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself!" An old doctor had just finished speaking when he was kicked in the chest.

The dull sound of the old body hitting the Panlong Pillar was mixed with the clear sound of the glass lamp shattering into pieces.

Emperor Zhaowu's fingers had already pinched the throat of another old doctor, his blue-white knuckles deeply embedded in the flesh. His pupils were dilated, and the dark green of a dead swamp was surging in his eyes, and his crazy breathing sprayed on the other's pale face.

The old doctor's larynx creaked in the emperor's palm, and his cloudy eyeballs gradually bulged out.

The hall was dead silent, with only a faint fragrance wafting in the air.

Just when the old doctor was out of breath, Shen Yuanshi slowly shouted, "Come here! Capture these two people who want to do something bad to the emperor!"

The palace door burst open, and the dawn light slashed into the dim inner hall like a sharp blade.

The commander of the imperial guards entered with his sword drawn, his iron armor glowing coldly in the interweaving of candlelight and morning light.

Emperor Zhaowu's knuckles suddenly loosened, and the old doctor collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. The emperor's pupils trembled slightly, reflecting the imperial guards standing in front of him.

He suddenly woke up and looked around in confusion, not knowing what day it was or where he was.

His frantic shouts from earlier seemed to ring in his ears, "I won't allow the dream to be the opposite! I won't allow it to be the opposite! I want it to be right, right! I'm clearly very good to her, and she's very good to me..."

Emperor Zhaowu pressed his swollen temples hard and asked, "Shen Yuanshi, what happened?"

Shen Yuanshi did not answer, but suddenly stepped forward, shook out a piece of white silk from his sleeve and wrapped it around his right hand, then grabbed the old doctor's wrist. He pulled up his wide sleeve, and the brocade bag hidden in the secret pocket fell to the ground.

He used a silver-handled medicine spoon to pick open the brocade bag, revealing a few dark red fragrant cakes.

He ordered someone to bring a bronze mirror to reflect the candlelight and shine it on the cross section of the incense cake. "The surface is the calming incense." He then used a silver spoon to scrape the incense block to reveal the dark brown powder inside. "This crystalline texture is definitely mandragora."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pinched the old doctor's chin, forced him to open his mouth, pried open his teeth with silver tweezers, and took out a beeswax pill from under his tongue.

The envoy of the Shen Court walked slowly to the front of Emperor Zhaowu, held the beeswax over his brow with both hands and presented it, "I deserve to die! I was careless for a moment and didn't realize that the two imperial doctors Chang and Zhang secretly mixed Datura seeds into the imperial camphor calming incense, causing your majesty's body to be unwell. The two of them hid the antidote under the tongue, which was obviously premeditated."

Emperor Zhaowu was in a trance for a moment. So all the beautiful dreams were caused by the mandala seeds?

He was disheartened and suddenly laughed softly, his laughter was extremely dry.

"So that's how it is." He murmured, the madness in his pupils receding like a tide, revealing the desolate clarity underneath, "Those beautiful dreams turned out to be my imagination, the extravagant hope of my life!"

Emperor Zhaowu looked down at the blood on his palm that had not yet dried, and suddenly clenched his palm tightly. The pain of his nails digging into his flesh reminded him of what Shi Anxia had said, "Only when the emperor and the emperor are father and son, can the family be stabilized and their ambitions be curbed."

She added, "But they broke the game with just one move. Your Majesty, there must be people from several great families around you. Go find whoever gave you this bad idea. Otherwise, you are destined to be a puppet in this power struggle."