Comprehensive film and television: Every time I dress up as a supporting role

Could it be that the emperor doesn’t even pretend anymore?

Just trick him into the palace and poison him blatantly?

Yunxiang looked at the fragrant tonic soup that Su Peisheng brought to him. He lowered his eyes and saw that there was not much meat in it, but the smell of chicken could be smelled. It was probably chicken soup.

The emperor, sitting on the dragon throne with a faint smile on his face, seemed to be shrouded in a shadow of ill intention.

".....Thank you, my royal brother."

Yunxiang's slender fingers gently picked up the bowl and spoon. Under Yinzhen's gaze, he swallowed calmly, then picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful, hesitated for two breaths, and opened his mouth to drink.

It has a fresh and sweet taste and is quite delicious.

Yunxiang waited for another two breaths. Nothing seemed to happen. The emperor still maintained a smile. He felt a strange feeling. Yunxiang sighed in his heart and drank a lot more. He stopped only after drinking half a bowl.

Placing the bowl and spoon on the table, Yunxiang looked up at the emperor and was about to say something when he suddenly felt dizzy. The people in front of him became blurry and the world was spinning...

Yinzhen counted one, two, three in his mind. When he counted to five, Yunxiang lay on the table, closed his eyes and fainted.

Looking at the unconscious Yunxiang, Yinzhen thought to himself that the drug he had prepared was quite effective. He got off the throne, walked to Yunxiang with his hands behind his back, took his hand and placed it on the table, and started to check his pulse.

Zhang Guanting's words were not entirely credible. The medical skills of the imperial physician in "Empresses in the Palace" were inferior to his. He had to take Yunxiang's pulse himself before he could prescribe medicine for him and completely cure his long-standing illness.

Su Peisheng and others didn't understand what was going on and didn't dare to disturb the emperor. They just lowered their heads and waited by the side.

Su Peisheng has served the emperor for so many years and prides himself on knowing him well enough, but this time he couldn't guess what the emperor meant.

After seeing the Thirteenth Prince close his eyes, Su Peisheng was even frightened, thinking that the Emperor was too blatant in wanting to kill the Thirteenth Prince.

The problem is, he personally handed the tonic soup to the Thirteenth Prince—

No, could it be that the Emperor wanted him to take the blame? Su Peisheng was frightened by his own guess and broke out in a cold sweat on his back. His leisurely mood was gone, and his heart was filled with panic and helplessness.

Time passed by bit by bit, and the air in the hall seemed to freeze. No one dared to make a sound.

In a quiet atmosphere, Yinzhen thoroughly understood Yunxiang's physical condition. He withdrew his hand from probing Yunxiang's pulse, went straight to the dragon table, and wrote down a prescription, as well as some dietary restrictions.

He ordered Su Peisheng to take it to Zhang Guanting, the imperial physician, who would deliver it to the Thirteenth Prince.

The effect of Thirteenth Prince's medicine will take at least an hour to wear off, and it's not good to sleep on the chair all the time.

Yinzhen reached around Yunxiang's waist and knees, picked him up, and carried him to the bed in the side hall.

It must be said that the original owner's strength was indeed relatively small. Fortunately, the benefit of his natural strength after traveling through time did not fail, making him much stronger than a normal person. Otherwise, he really couldn't hold Yunxiang.

Before Su Peisheng left, he saw the emperor's actions. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he thought he had seen it wrong.

The emperor actually picked up the Thirteenth Master himself?

Could it be that this is the final care for the Thirteenth Master after his death?

Su Peisheng didn't know what the emperor was thinking and was making random guesses in his mind. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hunched over and walked out of the Yangxin Palace. After taking a few quick steps out of the door, he straightened his back and quickly took the things to give to Zhang Guanting.

He never dared to delay the emperor's orders.

After Yunxiang fainted, he had a nightmare. In the dream, the emperor kept a mysterious smile on his face and ordered him to drink the soup. He refused, but was forced to drink it.

When he lowered his head, he saw that the soup in the bowl had turned into blood.

..

Yunxiang woke up covered in cold sweat.

He gasped for breath and opened his eyes. There was a bright yellow veil above his head. The nightmare was still fading from his mind. He didn't know what day it was for a moment. He blinked blankly.

Until a soft female voice sounded.

"Master Thirteen, you're awake."

Fangruo was sent to look after Yunxiang. The time was so long that she almost dozed off while sitting. However, her keen intuition suddenly made her realize something was wrong. She looked at the bed and found that the Thirteenth Prince was indeed awake.

Yunxiang heard the voice and slowly turned his head to look over. Seeing that it was the palace maid beside the emperor, he opened his mouth and said in a dry voice: "Where is this prince?"

Fang Ruo said respectfully, "Thirteenth Master, you are in the side hall of the Yangxin Palace, and the Emperor is in the main hall processing memorials. He said that if you wake up, you can come to him."

Yunxiang murmured: "I am not dead..."

Fang Ruo pretended that she didn't hear the Thirteenth Master's mumbling, and acted like a quiet palace maid, watching her nose and her heart.

Yunxiang was very sure that there was something wrong with the soup he drank, otherwise why would he have fallen into a coma.

But after falling into a coma, he was not forced to die, but instead woke up in a side hall of the Yangxin Palace?

The point is, the emperor actually allowed him to sleep here.

According to his understanding of the emperor, he couldn't even think about sleeping here, let alone thinking about it. Thinking about it would be a crime, and it would be evidence of coveting his throne.

What was the emperor's purpose in bewitching/knocking him out?

Just to let him sleep in the Yangxin Palace?

Yunxiang was confused and at a loss. He looked at Fangruo and swallowed the question.

It’s not appropriate. Fangruo is the emperor’s person, so you can’t ask.

In the end, Yunxiang didn't ask anything. Instead, he got up and rinsed his mouth in confusion, and then went to the main hall to look for Yinzhen.

"Greetings to the Emperor, may the Emperor be blessed." Yunxiang bowed.

"Get up." Yinzhen put down his brush and began fiddling with his eighteen-bead bracelet. He said with a smile, "Thirteenth brother, I was busy when I first ascended the throne, and I didn't have time to make you a king. Do you blame me?"

Yunxiang's pupils shrank slightly, and he thought, here we go, here comes the point. Could it be that the emperor wants to set a trap for him here?

He quickly said, "Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven. You are busy for the people. How could I blame you?"

In fact, he really thought so. Although the current emperor had some mental problems, at least he had no problem with government affairs. He worked diligently and was considered a relatively diligent emperor.

Therefore, although Yunxiang did not think much of the emperor's mind full of love, he approved of his performance after becoming emperor.

"I have decided to confer the title of Prince Heshuo Yi on you. You will start attending court and working from tomorrow." Yinzhen said, lowering his eyes to think about what he knew about the treatment that the Thirteenth Prince had received, and decided to copy it exactly. He had investigated Yunxiang and knew that Yunxiang had a kind and honest temperament and outstanding abilities, making him suitable to be his right-hand man.

For a moment, Yunxiang thought he had misheard. The emperor, who was afraid that his brothers would seize his throne, was willing to confer the title of Prince Yi on him and let him attend court to work?

After being stunned for a second, Yunxiang quickly knelt down to express his gratitude.

Yinzhen continued, "I have decided to posthumously confer the title of Imperial Noble Consort Jingmin on your biological mother and grant her burial in the underground palace of Jingling Mausoleum."

Yunxiang's mother was born in a humble family, and there was no precedent for imperial concubines to be buried in the underground palace of Jingling Mausoleum. Yinzhen's move was a great honor for Yunxiang and his mother.

Yunxiang was shocked.