Before Queen Zhou reached the Changning Hall, she saw Eunuch Li beside the emperor hurriedly coming over.
As soon as Eunuch Li saw the emperor, he said anxiously, "Empress, the emperor's condition has suddenly worsened. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive for long."
"Really?" Queen Zhou's face darkened, and she quickly quickened her pace, "Can we call the imperial doctor?"
"I called, but the doctors were helpless." Eunuch Li said and hurriedly led Queen Zhou to Changning Palace.
In Changning Hall, many concubines who came to visit were kneeling outside. The atmosphere was extremely solemn, and some people were faintly sobbing in grief.
"Why are you crying? It's bad luck." Queen Zhou scolded her, holding up her skirt and entering the inner hall.
On the bed in the inner hall, Emperor Qi Heng was lying there motionless, his face pale and green, and it seemed that his end was approaching.
"Your Majesty~~" Queen Zhou walked to the edge of the bed and called out sadly, "Your Majesty, how are you? Are you okay?"
Emperor Qi Heng's breath was weak. He seemed to be breathing out but not in. He was already dying.
Seeing this situation, Queen Zhou couldn't help but step back a little, her eyes not necessarily showing much sadness.
Emperor Qi Heng loved Concubine Wu deeply, which also broke Empress Zhou's heart. Now that Emperor Qi Heng is about to die, Empress Zhou really doesn't feel much sadness.
After looking at Emperor Qi Heng for a few times, Queen Zhou turned to look at Imperial Physician Tong who was kneeling aside, and said in a choked voice: "Physician Tong, how is the emperor's condition?
Imperial Doctor Tong replied, "Empress, I'm afraid the emperor's body won't be able to survive tonight, so we have to let the Ministry of Internal Affairs make preparations as soon as possible.'
"Is there really no cure?" Queen Zhou muttered.
Several imperial doctors hurriedly kowtowed deeply and said, "I forgive you for being unable to save yourself."
Empress Zhou looked heavy and sad, and sent Eunuch Li to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to deliver a message to prepare for the national mourning.
At this moment, in the Imperial Study Room, Prince Wei Yuande was furious with Prime Minister Zhou.
"How did you become a minister? Can't you find someone to lead the army to resist the Night King?"
"Lead the troops? Where did the soldiers come from? Didn't you 'send' all the soldiers to the Night King?" Zhou Qian twitched the corner of his mouth.
This moment is no longer what it used to be, and his respect for Wei Yuande is gone.
"Prince, as an uncle of the state, I have to say something. Now that you have lost the support of the people, I am afraid that it will be in vain to continue to resist. It is better to accept your fate.'
"Wha, what? What did you say?" Wei Yuande simply refused to believe his ears and stared at Prime Minister Zhou in surprise.
"What did you say? Didn't the prince hear you clearly?" Zhou Qian glanced at Wei Yuande, "These words may not sound good, but they are all true. The prince's situation is over~~~'
"Bah~~" Before Zhou Qian finished speaking, Wei Yuande slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Zhou Qian with trembling fingers, "You, you are my uncle, how can you say such a thing?" When he said this, his right hand slowed down.
Slowly press to the left chest and breathe quickly.
I just felt a sharp throbbing pain in my chest, and my heart was beating horribly fast.
Looking at the cyanotic Wei Yuande, Zhou Qian stood up with a cold face and a disrespectful expression.
When he spoke, his tone was full of sarcasm and derogation.
"The prince is incompetent. Even though I am your uncle, I am very disappointed in you. To be honest, you are not even close to the Night King."
"If it weren't for the ancestral system of the Great Zhou Dynasty that established direct descendants but failed to establish virtuous people, even the old ministers would support the King of Night as the emperor!"
"Now that rumors are flying that the Night King is the destined prince, the prince has lost the support of the people. Isn't it the end of the road?"
"Oh, by the way, I think that if you are willing to go to Lingzhou with three steps and one kneel to ask for peace with the Night King, maybe the Night King will spare your life~~"
"Pfft~~" Before Zhou Qian finished speaking, Wei Yuande held his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood. He supported the table and slowly slid down. His eyes looked at Zhou Qian with disbelief in his eyes.
Is this his biological uncle? How could his uncle help him so much, how could he say such a thing to him? At this moment, more than one doubt flashed through Wei Yuande's mind.
In the past, his uncle had repeatedly advised him, saying that a good king is good at using virtuous people, and advised him not to go against the Night King.
But I don’t know when the uncle changed. In front of him, there was only encouragement and encouragement. So the hatred between him and the Night King became deeper and deeper. He assassinated and murdered the Night King. He pressed on the Night King step by step until he provoked a war.
Leading to the end of the road step by step~~
All of this seemed to be a well-designed game, and his most trusted uncle turned out to be the one who led him into it.
"You, who are you?"
Blood kept pouring out of the corner of Wei Yuande's mouth, his eyes widened and he tried his best to ask this sentence.
Zhou Qian walked up to Wei Yuande and knelt down with a cold smile on his face, "What? Is Prince Jing so confused? He doesn't even recognize your uncle?"
Wei Yuande suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhou Qian's collar, narrowing his blood-red eyes.
"You are definitely not my uncle's uncle. Absolutely, yes, no, yes." He finished speaking with difficulty, and then spat out another mouthful of blood on Zhou Qian's face.
Zhou Qian fiercely brushed Wei Yuande's hand away, pulled up his sleeves to wipe the blood on his face, then grabbed Wei Yuande's collar and picked him up, sneering.
"Since you are going to die, I don't want to tell you and make you understand. Your uncle has died a long time ago. I am his follower Zhou Qian.'
"Pfft~~" Wei Yuande spat out another mouthful of blood after hearing this, but Zhou Qian raised his hand to block it.
Zhou Qian wiped the blood stains on his sleeves little by little on the clothes of Prince Huazhi, and said slowly and in a low voice: "You can't even tell the truth from the lies of the people around you. Do you think you are stupid enough?"
As he spoke, he pushed Wei Yuande to the ground and looked at him with a pitiful smile.
"By the way, even the direct grandson born to the Crown Princess is not your flesh and blood, but that child will inherit your throne after your death. Do you think you are a big joke?"
Zhou Qian's words were like thunder hitting Wei Yuande one after another, and he felt his heart hurt as if it was broken.
"Yes, who is it?" He stared at his blood-red eyes, and his eyes were about to burst, "Who is planning all this behind the scenes? Who is it?"
"What? You want to know so much?" Zhou Qian looked at him with a sneer, "Looking at your pitiful look, I will tell you with mercy."
"The one who planned all this is..." Zhou Qian grabbed Wei Yuande's collar again and whispered something into his ear.
"It's him? He's not dead? How is that possible?" Wei Yuande's eyes were filled with shock after hearing this.
"Yes, it's him." As soon as Zhou Qian let go, Wei Yuande fell back and hit the ground with the back of his head, but he clutched his chest and held on with blood-red eyes.
"Wei Yuande, don't you hate the Night King to your core? Since you have a common enemy, then my master will avenge your hatred for you, so you can go with peace of mind."
