All the ministers respectfully sent Cang Qiao off and waited for him to go away.
One of the Yuanwailang suddenly sighed: "Chitose Master handles political affairs in a much more orderly manner than His Majesty."
"Shut up, what kind of place is this? You're trying to kill yourself." Another member of the staff lowered his voice.
The Minister of Household Affairs shook his head: "Forget it, these words cannot reach His Majesty's ears. The weather has been abnormal in the past few years, especially from the end of last year to now, but His Majesty doesn't care at all and leaves it all to Master Qiantose."
Fortunately, although Cang Qiao was cruel and a cruel eunuch, he was an extremely capable person and knew everything about the affairs of the court.
Only then did the empire manage to remain in Northern Mongolia and look like a "prosperous age" after the death of Marshal Xiao.
Even if this dynasty is ruined on the inside, it is still golden on the outside.
The Minister of Hubu is the one who deposed the prince. Now His Majesty has announced that the prince is seriously ill and has died. He knows that King Qin has become the prince and sooner or later he will be liquidated. Now he is a monk for one day and the clock is ticking for one day.
He guessed that after King Qin ascended the throne, Cang Qiao would not end up with a good end, but he would have the same problem as Cang Qiao.
Everyone in the household was silent in response.
Cang Qiao walked out of the door and suddenly asked Lao He: "It's been more than half a month, why did your Majesty suddenly think about it today?"
Lao He smiled slightly: "Your Majesty said that he figured it out during his practice. The governor is right, Zhou Chen should be killed!"
Cang Qiao narrowed her slender eyes slightly, rubbed the jade beads in her hand, and whispered: "Ah, our Majesty is not someone who gives in easily."
"The governor had someone cut off your majesty's elixir. Naturally, your majesty couldn't bear it." Lao He smiled.
Cang Qiao chuckled: "Yes, the elixir was prepared for His Majesty, but he is quite capable, and he was able to wait until the elixir was gone before he succumbed."
The elixir contains special "good things" that Silver Fox brought back from overseas in the Western Regions.
It is said that the thing is extremely beautiful when it blooms, but the black paste made from the fruit is more terrifying and addictive than Wu Shi San.
It is a "treasure" that no one in the Central Plains knows about and that is not recorded in the classics.
It is most suitable to be used to make elixirs to serve His Majesty.
Hearing this, Lao He sighed: "Your Majesty is indeed a prince who held military power and was famous in the border areas. No wonder the benevolent late emperor could not defeat him."
Cang Qiao smiled sarcastically: "The late Emperor Rende would not have pushed his beloved concubine and son out to save their lives. He is just a weak, incompetent and hypocritical piece of shit."
Lao He remained silent and did not speak. The late emperor was considered his former master.
Cang Qiao put her hands into her sleeves with a calm expression: "Let's go, let's see what His Majesty wants to say."
Arrive at the palace where Emperor Ming practiced cultivation.
"Master Chitose."
When the young eunuch and doctor at the door saw him coming, they all bowed respectfully.
"Get back on your feet." Cang Qiao raised his hand and asked the doctor with concern: "I wonder how your majesty's practice has been lately?"
The doctor simply whispered a few words into Cang Qiao's ear, and he knew what was going on.
He nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."
Then, the little eunuchs stepped forward and opened the door with a "whoosh", and cold wind instantly poured into the room.
Cang Qiao followed and walked in.
The smell in the inner temple is pretty good, and there are people cleaning the room and even burning incense all the time.
But on the soft couch in the inner hall, there was a hunched figure curled up. His originally black hair was messy, and many messy white hairs had grown out.
The dragon robe he wore was already wrinkled and smelly. If it weren't for the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on it, he wouldn't look like an emperor.
Rather, he looked like an old beggar casually pulling a yellow cloth to keep warm in the street. This chapter has been completed!
