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"In my opinion, His Majesty is probably..." An official hesitated, but the implication in his words sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

"Shut up!" Murong Qingyu stood up abruptly and shouted sternly, "His Majesty is in good health, he has only caught a slight cold and needs to rest. You all must not spread rumors and cause trouble here, disrupting the court!"

His voice was powerful and resonant, carrying an undeniable authority that intimidated everyone present.

However, this brief period of calm was soon shattered.

“Marquis Anping,” a middle-aged man in official robes stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, “We have no intention of questioning His Majesty’s health, but the affairs of state are pressing and cannot be delayed. We urge Marquis Anping to inform His Majesty to attend court as soon as possible to reassure the people.”

“Yes, Marquis Anping,” another official stepped forward, “the border war is now tense, and we are beset by internal and external troubles. It is precisely the time when His Majesty needs to take charge of the overall situation. We urge Marquis Anping to prioritize the affairs of the state and advise His Majesty.”

More and more officials stepped forward, demanding that Gu Ye take charge of court affairs and rule personally, or at least provide a clear explanation. Their voices grew louder and stronger, as if they wanted to lift the roof off the Golden Palace.

Murong Qingyu's expression grew increasingly grim. He clenched his fists tightly, barely suppressing his anger. He knew that these people didn't genuinely care about Gu Ye's health; they were merely using the situation to stir up trouble and try to profit from it.

He also knew that Gu Ye's prolonged absence from court had indeed given these people an opportunity. He had to find a way to quell this turmoil as soon as possible.

"My lords," Murong Qingyu took a deep breath and said slowly, "His Majesty is indeed unwell. I have already sent someone to invite Physician Zhang from Medicine King Valley to treat His Majesty. I believe that His Majesty will recover soon and return to court to govern."

"The Divine Physician Zhang of Medicine King Valley?" an official sneered. "Marquis Anping, are you trying to deceive us? Medicine King Valley is a long way away; a round trip would take at least several months. Are you suggesting we leave the court inactive for months?"

“Yes, Marquis Anping,” another official added, “even if Physician Zhang really comes, will the Emperor’s illness be cured immediately? What if the Emperor’s illness…”

He hesitated again, but the implication of his words was even more unsettling.

Murong Qingyu's face was ashen. He knew that these people were forcing him, forcing him to hand over power, forcing him to admit that Gu Ye could no longer control the government.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Just then, a shrill voice suddenly rang out: "Gentlemen, since you are so worried about His Majesty's health, why don't you go directly to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to visit him?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man dressed as a eunuch standing at the entrance of the main hall, smiling at them.

He was the chief eunuch serving the emperor, Eunuch Xue.

His appearance stunned everyone present. They hadn't expected him to appear at this moment, much less that he would say such a thing.

A flicker of surprise crossed Murong Qingyu's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew that Eunuch Xue was Gu Ye's confidant, and his appearance must have a deeper meaning.

"Eunuch Xue," an official asked tentatively, "is His Majesty's health... truly alright?"

Eunuch Xue nodded with a smile. "Of course there's nothing wrong, he just needs to rest. If you gentlemen don't believe me, you are welcome to visit His Majesty at the Hall of Mental Cultivation yourself."

His tone was casual, yet carried an undeniable certainty, leaving everyone present with a sense of doubt.

Could it be that His Majesty has only caught a slight cold?

Or is there something else going on?

Some officials began to hesitate, unsure whether to believe Eunuch Xue's words. After all, the Emperor's health was a matter of national security, and they could not afford to be careless.

Other officials, however, became even more determined to visit the Emperor at the Hall of Mental Cultivation. They believed that only by seeing the Emperor in person could they feel at ease.

“Since Eunuch Xue says so, then we will dare to visit His Majesty at the Hall of Mental Cultivation,” an old minister stepped forward and said, bowing.

Once the first person took the lead, other officials followed suit.

"We also wish to visit Your Majesty."

"We also wish to go."

Murong Qingyu looked at these officials and sneered inwardly. He knew that these people had ulterior motives; they wanted to use this opportunity to test Gu Ye's true strength, to see if he was really seriously ill and whether he still had the ability to control the court.

He took a deep breath and, trying to appear calm, said, "Since you gentlemen are so concerned about His Majesty's health, then I will take you to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority, which deterred the officials from further misbehaving.

However, Murong Qingyu's heart was not as calm as it appeared. He knew that Gu Ye's condition was not optimistic, and if these officials saw him in such a weakened state, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He must find a way as soon as possible to stop these people from entering the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Just then, Eunuch Xue spoke up again: "Marquis Anping, this old servant suddenly remembered that His Majesty has just taken his medicine and is resting, so it is not advisable for him to receive guests. How about this, I will arrange for you gentlemen to visit His Majesty tomorrow?"

His tone remained nonchalant, yet carried an undeniable certainty, causing the officials to hesitate once again.

“This…” an official hesitated before speaking, “but…”

"My lords," Murong Qingyu said, seizing the opportunity, "Eunuch Xue is also thinking of His Majesty's health. Why don't we follow his arrangement and visit His Majesty tomorrow?"

As he spoke, he secretly observed the officials' reactions.

Some officials began to waver, feeling that Eunuch Xue's words made sense, after all, the emperor's health was of utmost importance.

Other officials, however, insisted on visiting the Emperor at the Hall of Mental Cultivation. They believed that the Emperor's health was related to the safety of the country, and they needed to find out the truth as soon as possible.

With the two sides deadlocked, the atmosphere in the Golden Palace became tense once again.

Seeing this, Eunuch Xue felt a growing anxiety. He knew he had to inform Murong Xuewei as soon as possible so she could prepare.

He subtly winked at his apprentice, who immediately understood and quietly withdrew from the Golden Palace.

The young eunuch ran all the way to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, but was stopped by the guards.

"You audacious wretch, how dare you trespass into the Hall of Mental Cultivation!" the guard shouted sternly.

"This servant is acting on Eunuch Xue's orders to report an important matter to Her Majesty the Empress!" the young eunuch said urgently.

The guard hesitated for a moment, but ultimately let him in.

The young eunuch knelt before Murong Xuewei and reported, "Your Majesty, something has happened in the Golden Palace! The ministers are clamoring to visit the Emperor, and Marquis Anping couldn't stop them. Eunuch Xue sent me to inform you so you can prepare."

Murong Xuewei's heart sank after hearing the eunuch's report. She knew what this meant.

This means that Gu Ye's illness can no longer be hidden.

She also knew that this meant an even bigger storm was coming.

She took a deep breath and, forcing herself to remain calm, said, "I understand. You may leave."

The young eunuch acknowledged the order and withdrew.

Murong Xuewei slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant sky.