The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Things were progressing rather strangely in the Emperor's bedchamber.

Even the emperor himself was bewildered.

He has woken up.

And this is quite a big deal, isn't it? He was originally thinking that the first thing he should worry about after waking up was how to face Zhou Shiyue.

There's also Zhou Ze.

After all, he had previously intended to deal with the uncle and nephew.

Master Yu's plan was to turn the Crown Prince into a puppet and then kill Zhou Shiyue. Although this was not his original intention, and he tried to stop it later, he was unsuccessful.

Yu Zhenren was brought into the palace by him, and it was he who gave the order to initially target Zhou Shiyue and Zhou Ze.

The emperor felt that the uncle and nephew were about to cause trouble and join forces to settle accounts with him.

He hasn't had time to figure out how to deal with it yet.

Another matter is the affairs of the court. As the emperor, he fell into a coma. Such a big thing must have caused a great upheaval, right?

Shouldn't he deal with these things first after he wakes up?

Why did Zhou Shiyue and Zhou Ze both seem normal? All the focus had shifted to the matter of the First Mystic Sect's reconstruction!

Beside his dragon bed, the First Xuanmen instantly raised nearly 100,000 taels of silver in donations!

Is this even acceptable?!

The Emperor found it hard to accept. He opened his mouth, trying to steer the conversation back on track, when he heard the old Crown Prince ask him—

"Your Majesty, are you still feeling unwell? Are you having some difficulty speaking?"

This is a fact!

The old Duke was the one who cared about him the most!

It has to be the head of the royalist party!

The Emperor was somewhat moved and immediately nodded, "Yes, ah..."

The old Duke immediately looked distressed. "There's no other way but to let His Highness the Crown Prince temporarily take charge of state affairs."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Grand Secretary Meng asked Grand Master Fu and Tan Liang.

"Master Fu, Imperial Physician Tan, when do you think His Majesty will be fully recovered and able to return to court?"

Tan Liang frowned subconsciously.

This is actually a difficult thing to say; if we do, it means they're in the wrong.

However, if this matter were to be discussed by the Grand Physician, who is already quite old, could his health withstand the Emperor's wrath if the Emperor were to hold him accountable?

Thinking of this, Tan Liang stepped forward, bowed sincerely, and said clearly, "Your Majesty, I have just examined your pulse. You still need to rest well, preferably in bed, and avoid overexertion. Moreover, the prescription I am about to give you will contain some herbs that will make you drowsy. Only when a person is well-rested can they recover quickly."

"During this period of rest, it is even inconvenient for the emperor to see many people, since too many people will create a stagnant atmosphere, which is not conducive to the emperor's recovery."

"Now that His Majesty's eyesight is not very good at reading memorials, I think His Majesty should take a good rest for at least two years."

He paused, took a deep breath, and dared to speak again, "His Majesty is not in a good position to manage state affairs in the near future."

The Grand Physician was about to speak, as he also felt that the Emperor, with his magnanimity, would not be lenient towards those who spoke the truth.

He's an old man who's already left the palace; it's nothing for him to suffer a little. Tan Liang is still in the Imperial Medical Bureau, so let's not let him get any more trouble.

However, he was older and couldn't outmaneuver Tan Liang, who spoke first.

As expected, the emperor was furious when he heard Tan Liang say that he would be unable to manage state affairs for at least two years.

He reached out and grabbed to the side.

If he weren't truly exhausted, he probably would have grabbed the jade pillow and smashed it at Tan Liang.

He was exhausted, but he was so angry that he was panting heavily. He glared at Tan Liang as if he wanted to rush over and tear Tan Liang apart.

"presumptuous!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Nonsense!!"

"I...I've been resting for a few...a few days and I'm coughing so much!"

"It's alright now! Cough cough cough!"

The emperor was so excited that his already pale face turned red.

He was panting and coughing, which startled the old Duke next to him.

Yin Changxing glanced at it and gave Yin Yunting a wink.

Yin Yunting sighed, then reached out and gently patted the Emperor's back, drawing some spiritual energy into it.

The emperor felt the blood rushing to his head cool down a bit, and he managed to catch his breath after almost fainting.

He grabbed Yin Yunting's hand as if it were a lifeline.

"Young Master Yin! Your First Mystic Sect is... is it able to help me... help me recover quickly...?"

Tan Liang definitely had no idea what he was saying!

He is the emperor.

If an emperor needs to recuperate for two years and is completely unable to manage state affairs, it's tantamount to pressuring him to do so.

It's time to step down.

Given the current situation in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is absolutely impossible to be without a ruler for even a day.

Therefore, if he accepts this outcome, it would be tantamount to giving up the throne.

"The First Mystic Sect, isn't it supposed to be very, very powerful? Cough cough cough!"

The Emperor was just now very dissatisfied with the First Mystic Sect's reconstruction, which was just a way to make money, but now he has no complaints at all. If the people of the First Mystic Sect can help him recover quickly and return to the court, he would donate another 20,000 taels!

Yin Changxing said calmly, "Your Majesty, it is actually our skill that you were able to regain your senses, as all the officials have witnessed. But we are just people from the Xuanmen sect, not immortals."

"It's already good that you've regained consciousness. For your health, we share the same opinion: you must rest absolutely."

Yin Changxing's words shattered the emperor's unrealistic hopes.

Even the old Duke, who had been looking at them expectantly, darkened his eyes.

Then there's really nothing we can do.

If the emperor really needs to rest for at least two years, he will do his best to push the crown prince to the throne.

A country cannot live without a ruler for a day.

"Your Majesty, since both Imperial Physician Tan and Sect Leader Yin share this opinion, you should focus on recuperating."

"I don't need it..."

The emperor had just shouted excitedly when a surge of anger rushed to his head, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

Yin Changxing stepped aside and let Physician Tan come over and take a look.

"His Majesty was so emotionally agitated that he couldn't handle it and fainted." Imperial Physician Tan's expression also darkened. "His Majesty must not be agitated in the future and really needs to rest, otherwise he may faint at any time."

Dr. Fu also stepped forward to take a look and agreed with his opinion.

"With His Majesty's condition, he cannot afford to be overworked. He goes to court so early every day, doesn't get enough rest, and is burdened with numerous state affairs. With His Majesty's current mental and physical condition, he simply cannot handle it."

Physician Fu said so, and Physician Tan nodded in agreement.

In this way, all the ministers understood the situation.

"His Majesty's health is of utmost importance; we can only advise him to rest and recuperate," said Grand Secretary Meng.

He looked at the Crown Prince, "Your Highness must go to court later to give an explanation to the officials."

Then the officials will be informed of the Emperor's condition.