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The lights in the emperor's palace were dim and seemed to be dimmer than before.

The staff outside the door stood at attention, and none of the night servants could be seen, adding to the chill.

"Your Highness is here?"

Hearing the reply, the queen who was sitting in front of the emperor's couch was a little surprised. Then she turned to look at the emperor on the couch. Her expression was a little complicated and a little relieved under the dim light.

There was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and Fang Bocong walked in quickly, bringing with him a chill.

The queen came out from behind the curtain.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Fang Bocong asked, ignoring the salute.

The queen looked at him and hesitated to speak.

The waiters on the side immediately backed away.

"It has been so long, how come you are still the same as when Prince Xuanwen was in trouble?" the queen said.

Fang Bocong was startled.

Is it the same as when Brother Six was involved in an accident and he publicly questioned whether it was King Huaihui’s murder? Or is it the same as refusing the queen’s request to let Brother Six go and leave the palace?

The former refers to his bravery and recklessness in taking risks, while the latter refers to his impulsiveness and seeking difficulties.

In short, they all disagreed with him entering the palace.

"Isn't the same true for the empress?" He said, "The empress still has to protect the child."

Just like when Sixth Brother got into trouble, she rushed over to stop her immediately to prevent herself from becoming the target of public criticism.

The queen also smiled.

"However, I have acted according to my duty and my heart without fear." Fang Bocong said, saluting again.

Even if he doesn't come to the palace, if the emperor dies, won't there be less rumors?

There are always rumors, so why bother.

The queen looked at him.

"Your Majesty is awake," she said.

Fang Bocong raised his head in surprise.

Not dead, but awake?

This should be a good thing, but...

He looked at the queen's dim expression under the dim light, and his face became solemn.

How did the emperor become ill? The imperial concubine murdered An Fei, King Huaihui threatened to plead for mercy and was struck to death by lightning, and then so many things happened. Now the imperial concubine is crazy, King Huaihui is dead, Gao Lingbo is dead, Chen Shao is dead, Liu

My brother is dead, the Queen Mother is imprisoned, the Queen is in charge of the harem, and the former King of Jin'an County has become the Crown Prince. Is it possible for the Emperor to accept such a change?

And he is still the emperor now, whether he is the empress or the prince, the emperor has the decision. A comatose emperor may not be cared about by everyone, but it is different for an emperor who wakes up.

"Your Majesty just opened your eyes." The queen whispered, looking up at Fang Bocong, "Maybe I saw it wrong."

Fang Bocong looked at the queen.

The queen said that she might have been wrong, and the emperor might not have woken up.

He looked around the palace. The emperor's palace was said to be the emperor's palace, but in fact it could also be said to be the queen's palace. Not only here, the entire harem was already under the control of the queen.

Once the palace gate is closed, the queen alone has the final say on who lives and who dies.

In fact, they no longer need this emperor.

A comatose emperor doesn't need it, and a conscious emperor doesn't need it either, because that's a conscious emperor who holds the power of life and death.

Can the sober emperor accept the reality soberly? Can he not be angry with them who seem to be gaining at this time? Can he endure the division of power between the prince and the queen? Can he withstand the impact of all kinds of gossip?

Too much uncertainty.

And once one of the above things happens, the only result waiting for them is death.

"We can't afford to lose." The queen whispered, turning her head and looking behind. Behind the layers of curtains was the emperor's bed.

So the best result is that the emperor never wakes up. This is the most foolproof.

"So what about the candlelight and the shadow of the axe." The queen whispered, looking at Fang Bocong, "Do you still want to be forced to be King Yan Yi?"

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant, and the dim candlelight became even more dim.

The few internal servants tried their best to stick themselves into the darkness.

"I would like to see Your Majesty," Fang Bocong said.

The queen looked at him, and Fang Bocong also looked at her.

"Have you thought about it?" The queen looked at him, "It's better not to look at it."

Fang Bocong nodded and took a step forward. The Queen lowered her gaze and stepped aside.

The curtain became even darker after that. Fang Bocong walked in and cast a large shadow, covering the emperor on the couch, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Hold up the lamp," he said.

A lamp was held up.

"Do it again." Fang Bocong said.

Two lamps and three lamps were raised, and the front of the bed became brighter.

Fang Bocong knelt down in front of the couch and looked at the emperor on it.

The emperor's eyes were closed, and his complexion looked sickly and sallow, and it seemed that he was no different from before.

"Your Majesty," Fang Bocong called.

The emperor's eyelids moved and slowly opened.

"Your Majesty!" Fang Bocong shouted with a loud voice, and he leaned forward.

The emperor's eyes closed again.

"Turn on the lights." Fang Bocong said immediately.

The two chamberlains hurriedly backed away from the couch, and the light at the head of the bed dimmed a bit.

The emperor slowly opened his eyes and looked at Fang Bocong.

"Your Majesty." Fang Bocong shouted again, with a bit of expectation, "Do you know who I am?"

The emperor's eyes were a little confused, his lips moved, and he made a dry sound.

"Your Majesty, I am Weilang." Fang Bocong looked at him, stretched out his hand to hold the emperor's arm, "Your Majesty, I am Weilang."

The emperor watched his confused eyes gradually condense and opened his mouth, but still only made a meaningless hoarse sound.

"His Majesty!"

Fang Bocong suddenly raised his voice, lowered his head at the same time, and watched the emperor's arm slowly lift up and reach out to him. He subconsciously reached out and took the emperor's hand.

Withered hands that look much older than their actual age.

The old hand trembled and held the young, slender and smooth hand.

"Ah!" said the emperor.

Finally making a sound, Fang Bocong stretched out his other hand to hold the emperor's hand, and let out a sob.

"Come here." He raised his head and turned around and shouted, "Send the imperial doctor!"

The queen standing outside the curtain suddenly turned her head.

Fang Bocong stood up.

"The imperial physician." He said again, his voice loud and clear, "The biography of Zhang Chun, Yan Zhao, and Lin Ze, the imperial physician on duty."

Accompanied by his voice, the lights in the hall seemed to become brighter. The curtain in front of the bed had been opened, and Fang Bocong was standing over there. The candlelight made his figure taller.

The queen sighed softly and walked quickly to the bed.

"Your Majesty." She raised her hands to cover her face and choked, then sat down on her knees.

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The lights in Mrs. Zhang's house turned on.

"Old Master."

The old servant hurried in, looked at Old Mrs. Zhang who was putting on his clothes, and said in a low voice.

"People from the palace."

There is no one except the palace who can open the door of Zhang family in the middle of the night.

Mrs. Zhang nodded.
To be continued...