We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Li Che's assessment of the prince was still too conservative.

In fact, the situation the prince is facing at this moment is a hundred times worse.

Since Li Che left, almost all the seafood, soy products and fine wines sent to Emperor Qing were given to the Eastern Palace by Emperor Qing.

The prince loves the deliciousness of seafood, so he eats it almost every day.

This caused his gout to develop faster than the weeds on the grassland.

Daqing Imperial Capital, Eastern Palace.

The spring weather is still cold, but the chilly spring breeze cannot blow away the haze covering the sky above the East Palace.

The prince suddenly developed a severe leg disease and has been in a coma for more than a month.

The bedroom was filled with a strong smell of medicine, which mixed with the prince's painful groans, making it suffocating.

Emperor Qing stood outside the East Palace, pacing back and forth anxiously.

Although he is old, he still has the vigor and aura of a dragon and a tiger.

But at this moment, the palace people felt that His Majesty's steps were a little unsteady, and even a little flustered.

After just one glance, the palace maids withdrew their gaze, lowered their heads and dared not look again.

After all, the prince is his biological son, and the eldest son at that. No matter how much he dislikes him, it cannot outweigh the power of blood-related kinship.

At this moment, Emperor Qing was no longer the emperor of Daqing, but just a father who was worried about his son's illness.

The imperial physician finally walked out of the bedroom, bowed, but did not dare to look up at the emperor in front of him.

"How is the prince?" Emperor Qing's voice trembled slightly. He was afraid to hear the worst outcome.

The imperial physician hesitated, not daring to speak directly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's leg disease...this leg disease..."

Emperor Qing's heart sank, and he shouted sternly, "How disgraceful of you to hesitate! Tell the truth!"

The imperial physician was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's leg disease has worsened again. Under the skin and flesh, there are already diseased flesh and bones. This thing is constantly absorbing the vitality of the prince. Now it has... has..."

"What is it? Tell me!"

"It's... it's already ineffective... Your Majesty, please... make preparations early..."

"Medicine is useless..."

Emperor Qing’s eyes went dark, his body swayed, and he almost fell down.

"His Majesty!"

Huang Jin behind him hurried forward and wanted to support Emperor Qing, but he was pushed away by him.

Emperor Qing held onto the pillar beside him, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He couldn't accept this fact. The prince was only thirty years old this year. Was he going to surpass him?

Yes, he was indeed extremely disappointed with his eldest son and had even ruled out the possibility of him succeeding to the throne early on.

If he didn't need him to stand in the hall and have the other princes keep an eye on his position, he would have been deposed long ago.

But I never thought of letting the prince die from the beginning to the end. At most, he would be demoted to a commoner and end his life!

Emperor Qing waved his hand, signaling the imperial physician to leave, and walked into the East Palace alone.

The prince lay weakly on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, as if he was enduring great pain.

Under the sheets, you can see a large bulge on his leg, which looks extremely creepy.

Emperor Qing sat beside the bed and gently held the prince's hand. The prince's hand was cold and without a trace of warmth.

"Boss..."

The prince slowly opened his eyes and saw his father sitting beside the bed, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Father...why are you here?" The prince's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. "But...but I don't have much time left."

Emperor Qing said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, you will get better."

The prince shook his head, he knew his situation.

Since the beginning of spring, his health has been deteriorating day by day.

Before, the disease would relapse every few months, but after the spring, it has been almost every month, and this time, there has been no improvement for a whole month.

"Father, I have a favor to ask..."

"You said that as long as the emperor can do it, he will definitely agree to it."

"Your son wants to see... wants to see your mother..." The prince's voice became weaker and weaker, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Emperor Qing felt a pain in his heart. The prince's biological mother had long passed away, and he had not appointed another queen in all these years.

The prince's lack of maternal love may be one of the reasons why his psychology gradually became distorted.

Emperor Qing sighed and said, "Okay, I promise you, I will have the Imperial Astronomical Observatory choose an auspicious day to offer sacrifices to your mother, so that her spirit in heaven can bless you with a speedy recovery."

When the prince heard his father's promise, a smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he asked again, "Father, if I die, which of your brothers will you let live in the Eastern Palace?"

Emperor Qing frowned and said unhappily, "I've already told you that nothing will happen to you. Stop talking nonsense!"

The prince breathed rapidly and asked, "Does the emperor like my sixth brother?"

Emperor Qing's eyelids twitched, and he whispered, "What do you think of Old Six?"

When Li Che was mentioned, the prince's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and he said in a suppressed voice: "Father, anyone can be the crown prince, except the sixth one!"

"Why?" Emperor Qing frowned even more tightly.

"Old Six... after all, he has the blood of the previous dynasty. If you let him succeed, will the world belong to Qing or Huan?"

Emperor Qing didn't say anything, but just looked at the prince silently, and the tenderness in his eyes faded away bit by bit.

People say that when a dying man is about to die, his words are good.

Why is it different for my eldest son?

We are brothers. No matter how big the hatred is, we can't let it go at this time?

Emperor Qing sighed and spoke slowly: "This matter..."

Just as he started to speak, he was interrupted by Huang Jin's voice outside the door: "Your Majesty, urgent news from the Ministry of War!"

Emperor Qing said coldly, "Didn't I tell you to wait until I get back to discuss anything?"

"But... this military report came from outside the Great Wall!"

Hearing this, Emperor Qing stood up with a whoosh, and the Crown Prince's heart skipped a beat.

The prince knew that there was a war outside the Great Wall, but he didn't know the situation.

However, Emperor Qing knew that the Daqing court was involved in this war, so there had been no end to the military reports since the Fengtian Army and the Khitan started fighting.

The last time Emperor Qing received news was when Li Che and Yelu Daha were about to have a decisive battle. If nothing unexpected happened, the result of the decisive battle should be written in this military report.

Thinking of this, Emperor Qing could no longer stay and walked quickly out of the house.

The prince felt a chill in his heart, and felt that the pain in his heart was a hundred times more severe than the pain in his feet!

"Father!" the prince called out in a sad voice.

Emperor Qing paused, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said with a pleasant expression, "Boss, you should rest well and strive to recover soon. There is no need to worry about the affairs of the court."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back.