Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

The next morning, the court officials were dressed neatly and waited at the palace gate. As soon as the gate opened, they all went forward and headed straight for Chengqian Hall. Even the old officials who had not attended the morning court for many days came.

The prince promised yesterday that he would invite His Majesty to see them today. They were eager to confirm whether the emperor was really ill and not under house arrest by the prince.

The prince stood on the platform, watching the ministers' eager steps forward, a mocking smile on his face.

"In the past, these people never cared about the emperor's health. They only cared about the power in their hands. Now, each of them cares about the emperor's health more than anyone else. Who do they care about, the emperor or me?"

Di Kun stood behind the prince and did not answer. After all, no matter how he answered, it would be wrong.

If there were no rumors from the outside world, His Highness would not have fallen into such a passive situation. The demise of the Zheng family has just calmed down the restless aristocratic families.

Rumors about the prince's background spread throughout Kyoto, and those aristocratic families that had just quieted down seemed to see a new dawn and began to emerge one after another.

Both His Majesty and the Crown Prince are quite wary of the aristocratic families because their power is too great, so great that they can threaten the royal family. If the emperor is obedient, they are willing to support him.

Once the emperor is out of their control and no longer under their thumb, they will replace him!

Over the years, the Crown Prince has been playing cozy with the aristocratic families, and His Majesty has been promoting them in public but demoting them in private. After finally defeating the Zheng family, the Cui family has emerged again.

These aristocratic families are like weeds. No matter how you cut them with a knife or burn them with fire, you can't eradicate them completely. When the spring breeze blows, they will bloom everywhere again.

"Did that person say when he would see me?" the prince asked quietly.

"No answer yet." Di Kun was very puzzled. "Your Highness, if that man really has a close relationship with Princess Zhan, will he really help you?"

The prince smiled slightly: "He won't help me, but he will help her."

As long as Su Qingli is involved, that person will be shaken, and as long as he is shaken, he can be used by him.

Di Kun hesitated, not knowing whether he should ask the question in his mind, but when he thought of his identity, he swallowed the words back.

"Just ask whatever you want to ask. Why are you hesitating?"

Di Kun gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, are you really planning to become an enemy of Princess Zhan?"

"The word 'enemy' is not the right one." The prince's cold voice sounded a little ethereal. "What you want to ask is whether I will kill her."

It’s no wonder that Di Kun was confused. The prince’s feelings towards Su Qingli were very complicated. Sometimes he couldn’t tell whether the prince liked Su Qingli or hated Su Qingli.

Even if he said he didn't like her, as long as he faced Su Qingli, he would retreat again and again, and even change his principles for her.

But if he said he liked her, the prince would not have any hesitation when he was plotting against her. He could even be said to be quite ruthless, as if Su Qingli was an enemy whom he wanted to kill as soon as possible.

"Your Highness, are you going to kill her?"

The prince looked up at the copper bell on the eaves. The morning breeze blew, and the copper bell made a crisp sound, adding a hint of summer to the gradually hot weather.

"Can't I kill her?"

Di Kun was speechless. Of course he could, but could Your Highness really do it?

"The young prince is sick again." Di Kun changed the subject. The young prince was often sick. The Crown Princess did her best to take care of him, and the people serving him were all trustworthy, but the young prince still fell ill from time to time.

He was originally a premature baby and had experienced poisoning, so his body was weaker than others. He was almost one year old, but he still couldn't speak.

Many people suspected that the little prince was mute, but he could cry, and although the cry was soft, it was still a sound. He was not mute, he just couldn't speak.

"He's already weak, and the Crown Princess has been very pampered. He gets sick easily when the weather changes. The Imperial Physician examined him and said it was just a cold that would heal in a few days. There's no need to worry."

"Your Highness, how about you please..."

"It's almost time to go to the Qianqing Palace." The prince interrupted Di Kun and turned to walk towards the Qianqing Palace. At this time, the emperor's headache should have come back.

The elixir refined by the imperial physician was useless. The only way to relieve the headache was to take Wu Shi San.

The relief brought by the Five Stones Powder was difficult to get rid of once one had tried it. Moreover, the emperor had been suffering from headaches for a long time. Now that he knew that the Five Stones Powder could dispel his pain, he would inevitably take it again.

Yesterday, he had told the emperor that the court officials requested an audience with him, and the emperor agreed.

A good show is about to be staged in the Qianqing Palace, and he has to hurry to watch it. After all, his two good brothers are also here, probably to confirm whether he is really making trouble in the palace.

Di Kun followed behind the prince with even more worry in his eyes. For some reason, he could no longer see the prince's former gentleness and composure, nor the royal majesty.

Even if the prince was smiling, he could not sense any smile from his smile, as if the prince in front of him was just a walking corpse.

This thought flashed through Di Kun's mind, and he was immediately startled. He quickly shook the thought off and quickly caught up with the prince.