"You sent the Evil Emperor out specifically, aren't you just asking about my situation?" Wu Siyuan asked directly without any hesitation.

He himself has the most authority to know about his situation.

Wei Zeqing lowered her head silently, and the meaning was already very obvious.

"What do you say about the Evil Emperor?" Wu Siyuan asked calmly, as if the terminally ill person was not him.

"The Evil Emperor said... He said that the old man Baicao would develop the antidote well, but he was afraid that the toxin had penetrated into the bone marrow and could not be removed." Wei Zeqing said tremblingly.

"Is there still some time?" Wu Siyuan pulled the corner of his lips slightly and whispered, "It's time to have some time."

"Your Majesty, you..." Wei Zeqing exclaimed in surprise.

"As long as you persist until Wu Sihang comes, it will be enough." Wu Siyuan sighed and said.

"Your Majesty is still worried about Wu Sihang?" Wei Zeqing asked worriedly.

"Let's talk until he returns to the capital." Wu Siyuan slowly closed his eyes, "Since he wants the throne, he must explain it clearly."

Wei Zeqing exclaimed and asked, "Your Majesty, do you mean to give the throne to the Ninth Prince?"

Wu Siyuan lay down tiredly and said slowly: "There is no one in the royal family of Zixu Dynasty. It is also good that Ninth Brother has ambitions. He is more suitable for this position than me."

"But, Your Majesty, he sent someone to assassinate you!" Wei Zeqing said incrediblely, "This assassination of the Emperor is..."

"It's okay." Wu Siyuan said indifferently, "As long as the Wu family is sitting in this position."

Wei Zeqing's face changed, and she couldn't tell whether it was shock or anger, or anything else.

But it is no wonder that Wei Zeqing reacted like this. Who would have passed the throne to the person who assassinated him?

"Your Majesty, think twice!" Wei Zeqing advised sadly.

"How can there be no king in the Zixu Dynasty for a day?" Wu Siyuan sighed helplessly, "When my ninth brother comes, I will instruct the court officials to accept him."

Speaking of this, Wu Siyuan laughed first, but his weak body no longer had much strength, but he just pulled the corners of his lips.

"Your Majesty, can the Ninth Prince know your hard work?" Wei Zeqing asked helplessly.

"It doesn't matter whether he knows it or not. After all, he is the royal bloodline... I'm relieved to give it to him." Wu Siyuan's voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end he was completely exhausted.

Seeing this situation, Wei Zeqing could only retreat helplessly.

An hour later, a little eunuch walked in and said, "Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine."

Wu Siyuan was sleeping in a daze. When he heard this sound, he slowly drank a bowl of bitter medicinal soup in the hand of the eunuch.

As soon as I finished drinking, I heard my close eunuch rushing in and questioning: "Where are eunuchs you are? Who asked you to come in?"

"My servant is from the Imperial Hospital. When the time for His Majesty to take medicine, no one came. Me, I took it here on my own initiative." The little eunuch said tremblingly.

"Okay, you go down." The eunuch close to her body did not notice the abnormality, so she didn't say anything.

After all, it was His Majesty who ordered Jean to retreat just now and not to affect His Majesty's rest.
Chapter completed!