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"Ah, my father loves me too much; I can't help but feel helpless about it," Qi Xiaomian joked.
Sang Qingxiao shot him a glance. "How is His Majesty now? After I took action, I pressed his sleep point. The imperial physician examined him for a long time but couldn't find any reason for his condition. The Two Lords are currently presiding over the court; they believe it's better to let His Majesty sleep through the night first, so I stepped out to oversee the lockdown."
"Isn't this hard to manage?"
"Yes, it's quite offensive. One of the princes was misbehaving, and I punched him right in the street."
"Can’t the prince enter the palace?"
"That's the idea of the Two Lords. After all, His Majesty isn't on the verge of death; there's no need for them to rush in and show filial piety. We must be careful not to let it escalate into a power grab."
The Harem Ladies were relentless, each one more persistent than the last, wailing outside the door, and no amount of shooing could drive them away. The Two Lords were quite annoyed by their cries but found it difficult to reprimand them.
I preferred my straightforward approach; no need for scheming—if someone provoked me, I would just strike back. "Well then, I'll escort you all and grab some hot soup along the way."
At the Small Tavern, Sang Qingxiao not only served hot soup but also prepared some pots and warm wine. With so many people around, we arranged extra tables and chairs; even if it was cramped, everyone could sit.
However, Qi Xiaomian stopped the busy Sang Qingxiao. "Why are you making so many dishes? Aren't you tired? Fresh buns with some wine would be just fine."
"Misha's condition is still uncertain, and no one is here to help you. Why don’t you take a few days off?"
Sang Qingxiao brushed his hand away. "It's just this much; is it really that big of a deal? When I first opened the Small Tavern, I managed everything by myself without any issues—just got a bit lazy later on. Don't worry about me; hurry up and eat so you can get back to your business."
"By the way, regarding Wisdom Supreme, we need to wrap things up. Please arrange for someone to send a message to Puzhao Temple quickly; they need to claim Wisdom Supreme's body."
Days passed without the emperor attending court, and the sense of urgency from the court gradually spread to the common folk. Although the Two Lords did not completely seal off information, they did warn many people. Qi Xiaomian's excuse for the lockdown was preparation for the grand feast before the New Year, so at first, families did not take the increasingly serious atmosphere to heart.
However, there were always those with ulterior motives who exaggerated rumors until they reached people's ears as news of the emperor's impending demise. Suddenly, cries filled the city as many began preparing white garments for mourning.
Even with repeated explanations from the court, people remained skeptical. The preparations for mourning shifted from open to secretive; Jingjing City should have been bustling with New Year shopping but instead saw every household shuttered and silent.
The court was troubled by this scene but soon realized that perhaps it was better this way—quiet meant less trouble to manage.
Qi Xiaomian felt relieved from his duties as he spent more time alongside the Two Lords. The Chancellor's prejudice against him gradually faded during these days of interaction.
Mingze observed coldly as physicians argued among themselves. "Useless at critical moments," he scoffed.
Shi Yun had already figured it out; they were afraid of taking responsibility. In times like these, it was best to keep a low profile—even strong medicine was avoided.
I may not understand pharmacology, but I can tell that it's all nonsense. They don't even dare to use thousand-year-old Ginseng! Instead, they only rely on those few decades-old scraps to fill the gaps. Hmph, their intentions are despicable!
Once His Majesty recovers, the Old Man will definitely have a word with them. It would be best to replace the entire lot and see what they've been up to all these years. That cruelly extracted Whale Oil—wasn't it concocted by them?
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