The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Then, he slowly stretched out his right hand and took out a golden token from his arms.

"This is a token bestowed by His Majesty himself. Anyone holding this token can enter and leave the palace freely. Today, I am following His Majesty's order to bring them to see the emperor. Do you dare to stop me?" Marquis Lan Yue held up the token and said righteously.

Jin Xuan, the Grand Supervisor, looked at the token symbolizing supreme power with a flicker of reluctance in his eyes. However, he knew that what Lan Yuehou said was true, and if he tried to stop it, he would probably bring himself unexpected trouble.

After hesitating for a long time, Jin Xuan finally waved his hand helplessly, signaling the guards around him to make way.

Xiao Se and the others hurried into the bedroom. The moment they entered the room, a dull and oppressive atmosphere overwhelmed them. Everyone's eyes eagerly turned to the large bed, where Emperor Mingde lay quietly, his face as pale as paper. His once majestic features now looked unusually haggard, as if the illness had drained away all the vitality and energy.

What is even more worrying is that Emperor Mingde has fallen into a deep coma and is unaware of any external stimuli.

Xiao Se was extremely anxious. He rushed to Lan Yuehou's side, grabbed his sleeve tightly, and asked anxiously, "Uncle, what happened to His Majesty? How is his condition?"

Lan Yuehou looked at Xiao Se, whose face was full of worry, and his heart ached. He gently patted Xiao Se's hand, his lips trembling slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. He just shook his head helplessly, and stopped talking.

After some hesitation, Marquis Lan Yue finally took a deep breath and slowly spoke, "Ever since he fainted at the sacrificial ceremony, Your Majesty has been bedridden and has been unable to regain consciousness for a long time. The palace physicians have tried every possible means, but are helpless against Your Majesty's heart ailment.

We have also sent people to search for the Medicine King Xin Baicao, hoping to use his medical skills to save His Majesty, but Xin Baicao's whereabouts have always been erratic and there is still no news. In desperation, we had to go to Xueyue City to ask the third city lord of Xueyue City, Sikong Changfeng, for help. Unfortunately, Xueyue City is far away.

It’s far away, and it takes a lot of time to transmit information and exchange personnel. As of now, Sikong Changfeng has not arrived yet... "At this point, Lan Yuehou's voice gradually became low, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.

After hearing these words, Xiao Se's expression grew even more solemn, his sword-like brows furrowed tightly together, forming a deep furrow. After a moment's silence, he walked over to Emperor Mingde's bedside, carefully extended his right hand, placed it against Emperor Mingde's chest, and began to continuously channel his profound internal energy into him.

However, no matter how hard Xiao Se tried, Emperor Mingde kept his eyes closed and his body showed no reaction, as if he was sleeping in a nightmare from which he could never wake up.

Xiao Yu, who was standing by, felt a heavy heart as he watched this scene unfold. He slowly walked over and stood beside Xiao Se, gazing at his father's haggard face, his eyes gradually turning red.

Although Emperor Mingde did not treat him with special favor on weekdays, he did give him life and let him enjoy a life of wealth and splendor. Seeing his father so seriously ill, Xiao Yu could hardly suppress the grief in his heart.

Xiao Se's eyes drifted unconsciously toward the door, and the figure of Mo Lvyi appeared in his mind. He had thought about going out to invite her, but just as he was about to step out of the door, the words Mo Lvyi had said before suddenly echoed in his ears, stopping him abruptly.

Recalling the thrilling incident just now, Xiao Se couldn't help but frown. In such a critical moment, Mo Luyi and the others didn't come downstairs to help. Could they have already left? Looking out the window at the sky that was slightly turning pale, Xiao Se felt a wave of sadness in his heart.

The Prince of Langya, whose injustice had not yet been redressed, remained on the pillar of shame; and his father, the Emperor, was now terminally ill and on the verge of death. Such heavy pressure almost crushed him.

Just as Xiao Se was lost in pain and confusion, a faint sound of footsteps approached. Sikong Changfeng, led by a palace servant, slowly entered the room. He quickly glanced at the unconscious Emperor Mingde on the bed, then shook his head gravely.

"Your Majesty's heart disease has been around for a long time and the condition is quite complicated. Even with my medical skills, I am not completely sure about it. If I try my best, I can only save Your Majesty's life for a month at most." Sikong Changfeng sighed softly.

Hearing this, Xiao Se's face turned even paler. He bit his lip tightly, suppressing the grief in his heart and asked, "If we can invite Miss Hua Jin within this month, will the chances of success be improved?"

Sikong Changfeng paused for a moment before answering, "Junior Sister's medical skills are indeed slightly better than mine, but whether they can play a decisive role or not will only be known after she comes to diagnose me. But with all due respect, the final outcome is truly unpredictable..."

After seeing the situation in front of him, Xiao Se did not hesitate at all and immediately informed Lan Yuehou, who was dressed in gold, of Hua Jin's situation and her current location in detail. After that, Lan Yuehou set out to find Hua Jin.

At this time, apart from Emperor Mingde who was still sleeping, there were only Xiao Se, Xiao Yu and Sikong Changfeng in the room.

While the imperial physician was preparing the medicine, Sikong Changfeng seized the opportunity to ask Xiao Se, "Didn't you leave with that person? In my opinion, her medical skills are unparalleled and she should be able to cure Your Majesty's illness. But why didn't you ask her for help?"

Hearing this question, Xiao Se frowned slightly and replied with a slightly solemn expression, "Of course I asked her, but she said that my father's illness was determined by fate and she couldn't interfere."

Sikong Changfeng nodded slowly, expressing his understanding. "Indeed, Taoism has always advocated following the laws of nature." He then turned his gaze to Xiao Se again and asked, "Then why didn't Qianluo and the others return with you?"

Xiao Se relaxed a bit and replied, "I got back first, and they're lagging behind. But I think it won't be too long before we get here. I estimate it'll only take a few days at most."

After hearing this, Sikong Changfeng nodded, then turned his gaze to the silent Xiao Yu beside him...

The three of them sat there chatting, but as time went on, they felt that they had said almost everything they wanted to say, and it seemed that they had almost run out of things to say, but the medicine had not come yet.