Quickly wear it and get rid of his virtuous character

All the high-ranking concubines knew about this, but the Queen was unwilling to intervene, and the Queen Mother was not here, so it was not easy for them, the concubines, to blame the Emperor.

Concubine Chun and Concubine Jia didn't care about so much. She was an old lady in the palace and came out of the palace with Su Tong. The relationship between the two was extraordinary.

"Your Majesty, are you really not going to care this time? Although the people below haven't said anything, the outside world has already made a big fuss. If our emperor continues to make trouble like this, I'm afraid the entire royal family will lose face."

Su Tong smiled coldly, "Face? What face do we have left in the royal family? When the emperor first ascended the throne, he was clamoring to find his biological mother, and later he lost a lot of face because of the incidents between Concubine Gao and Empress Fucha. I don't even dare to read those things written in unofficial history.

Besides, you don’t really know what our Lord is thinking. Unless he lies down for the rest of his life, he won’t be able to stop.”

Concubine Jia curled her lips and said, "There are so many beautiful women in the harem, why does the emperor favor that kind of woman? He is too philandering."

Su Tong complained in his heart - being fickle is not scary, what is scary is bringing back flowers and willows.

"Forget it, you guys don't have to stay here, go back to your rooms and don't worry about the emperor's affairs." Su Tong picked up the handkerchief and covered the corners of his lips that were about to curl up. Your Majesty, don't you always think that wild flowers are more fragrant than domestic flowers? In this case, I will give you a syphilis.

You know, Su Tong has been looking forward to this for a long time. The best revenge for a philandering, promiscuous and irresponsible man is to make him sick.

I remember that there was an emperor in the Qing Dynasty who had syphilis, and it seemed to be Emperor Tongzhi. Even if some people in later generations said that it was smallpox, did anyone believe it? Probably not. Anyway, the Qing emperors were completely disgraced.

Qianlong is indeed enjoying himself now, especially with so many beauties, he is simply dazzled by the sight of them. Moreover, these women are not at all like the concubines in the palace. Each of them is as beautiful as a flower. In addition, with the pills presented as tribute by his officials, Qianlong has been having a great time these days and even doesn't want to go back to the palace.

Until Qianlong suddenly realized that he had been feeling weak recently, especially after favoring a woman, he fainted immediately. When he woke up again, this stroke was more serious than before. He couldn't even speak, his nose was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and he began to drool.

As the queen, Su Tong naturally had to take charge of the situation. She did not deal with those prostitutes. After all, they were all pitiful people. She gave them some good family identities and told outsiders that they were sent away, but in fact they were sent to the family temple, where there were always people watching over them. Although they were not free, at least they were alive and had no worries about food and clothing.

The emperor was ill, so they could not continue touring Jiangnan. They packed up and left. However, the emperor's reputation was ruined. He used to be known as a perfect man, but now he is just a useless man.

Su Tong naturally would not let the other party die easily. He wanted to torture the other party severely, so for some spiritual spring water, after the other party's body got better, he suddenly found that many small bumps had grown on his body, which were not only itchy but also slightly painful.

The eunuchs in the palace were all gentlemen, not fools. Naturally, they could tell what illness the emperor had, but no one dared to say it out loud.

"You said that the infection in my body is caused by internal poison?" Qianlong couldn't help but grab a handful of it, feeling itchy and painful. "But can it also grow in that place?"

The imperial physician knelt on the ground in fear. "Your Majesty, because you took a lot of tonics before, and you haven't exercised for a long time, this caused your internal heat to not go away, and you developed a lot of poisonous sores. I have prescribed you some more heat-clearing herbs, and maybe you will be cured soon."

Qianlong waved his hand impatiently, "Forget it, you guys have to take medicine anyway? Those herbs are so bitter that I can't swallow them every time. I really don't want to drink them, so I'll just use some food to supplement them."

The imperial physician went down tremblingly, but on the way back to the Imperial Hospital, he accidentally fell down the stairs, and not only his hand was disabled, but even his foot was disabled.

There was no other choice, so the Imperial Medical Service could only choose an old and highly respected imperial physician. The other party could see the difference at a glance, but because the old imperial physician was old, he could not bear the blow at all, and so he was frightened to death in front of Qianlong.

No matter how thick-skinned Qianlong was, he realized that there was something wrong with his illness. He immediately blocked all the news and quietly left with the Blood Dropper.

When he learned that what he had was not a so-called poisonous sore, but the legendary and unspeakable syphilis, Qianlong's face turned pale.

"How could this be?" Qianlong widened his eyes, unable to believe how he could have contracted such a filthy disease.

The doctor was knowledgeable and said disapprovingly: "It's normal. This disease mostly occurs in some secret women. Some romantic men are bound to get the disease.

Alas, it’s a pity that there is no treatment now, you can only take medicine slowly, maybe…”

Although the doctor realized that the other party was either rich or noble, he still told the truth, especially since the other party was a stroke patient, so he gave a few more words of advice.

"Sir, for now, the only thing we can do is to take good care of yourself. I will prescribe you some more herbs, and you should take them on time."

Qianlong could not bear it any longer, and went back in a daze with the Blood Dropper. Recalling the abnormalities on his body, he immediately realized that the identities of those Jiangnan women were not clean. He got so angry that his eyes turned red and he made a move, killing or chopping off all the officials who had brought the Jiangnan women into the palace before.

As for those prostitutes... Qianlong originally wanted to kill them all, but when he learned that they had been sent away and no one knew where they had gone, Qianlong realized that they might have been the victim of someone's scheme.

"Who is it? The White Lotus Sect?" The only people Qianlong suspected were them. After all, only the White Lotus Sect hated him to the core, and he did not suspect the Queen at all.

Qianlong was in great pain, but it was hard to talk about this disease. He used to seek medical treatment from imperial physicians, but now he dared not to do so. He stayed in his palace every day, watching himself slowly rot, emitting an unpleasant smell all over his body, just like a rat in a sewer.

Qianlong finally couldn't hold on any longer, and before leaving, he issued an imperial decree, allowing the eighth prince to inherit the throne. Su Tong also went to see him for the last time, with a thick mask on his face.

"Your Majesty, please don't blame me. It's mainly because of your illness..." Su Tong took a few steps back. The two of them were several feet apart.

"Ahem... There is no impenetrable wall. You think no one knows, but apart from the concubines in the palace, even people outside the palace know that you have a visceral disease, but no one dares to say it to your face." Su Tong sighed softly, "There are so many beauties in the harem, but you don't prefer decent girls, but you go to such a dirty place.

Now you're getting your comeuppance. I don't know if you have the face to face the ancestors of the Aisin-Gioro family.

Don't worry, after you are gone, I will not be buried with you, I think it is dirty."