When the emperor asked, the doctors looked at each other, but no one spoke.
No one can speak at this moment, because no one dares to tell the emperor, and they can only leave the prince to die.
Everyone else can pretend to be dumb, but Zhang Mingfeng, the director of Taiyuan Hospital, cannot.
Under the emperor's gaze, he could only say tremblingly: "Report to the emperor, the prince's heart has reversed and his blood has attacked his heart. He is in an extremely critical situation!"
"How to treat it? Do you have any countermeasures?" Zhao Yongcheng said impatiently.
"After consultation with all the imperial doctors, I have prescribed a prescription for regulating qi and blood. Your Highness has just been given a dose!"
Zhang Mingfeng was trembling. He was not on duty last night, but he was still dragged in by two subordinates, and now he has become everyone's shield.
But what he said were all clichés. Zhao Yongcheng simply asked directly: "How long will it take for the prince to recover?"
You can't answer these words randomly. After Zhang Mingfeng thought about it for a while, he knelt down and kowtowed: "I am incompetent and can only do my best... I must obey fate!"
All the imperial doctors knelt down. They really couldn't cure the prince. It was better to take the initiative to plead guilty than to be questioned.
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yongcheng immediately understood that the prince's life could not be saved.
"Is there no other way?" Zhao Yongcheng leaned down and looked at the kneeling imperial physician in front of him and asked, his tone full of reluctance.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I will do my best!"
With his last hope extinguished, Zhao Yongcheng suddenly felt his eyes darken and fell backwards.
Fortunately, there were many people around. Seeing this situation, the imperial doctors and eunuchs approaching immediately stepped forward to help Zhao Yongcheng.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Zhang Mingfeng called out several times before Zhao Yongcheng slowly woke up, his eyes filled with despair.
"Your Majesty, take care of your dragon body, you can't make any mistakes!"
After being helped to sit down on a chair, Zhao Yongcheng slowly recovered. At this moment, he could only accept the facts.
After being silent for a while, Zhao Yongcheng finally said: "You guys are so good at healing the prince!"
After saying this, Zhao Yongcheng waved to the eunuch beside him, who immediately helped him up from the chair.
"Help me go back to the palace!" Zhao Yongcheng looked sad.
Under the worried eyes of all the imperial doctors, Zhao Yongcheng was supported by several eunuchs and slowly walked outside the palace.
When he was about to step out of the hall, Li Suxin pinched his son, and his son Zhao Weiheng threw himself in front of Zhao Yongcheng.
"Grandpa Huang, you must save your father!"
After saying this, Zhao Weiheng couldn't stop crying and looked extremely filial.
Zhao Weiheng is the second son of Zhao Yanjun. He is fourteen years old this year and is the son of Li Suxin.
Zhao Yanjun's eldest son, Zhao Weilong, was standing quietly aside at the moment, quietly watching the performance of Zhao Weiheng's mother and son.
Although Zhao Weilong was the eldest son, his life in the East Palace was not easy. He had no father's guidance and no mother's love.
It was rare to see the emperor. He originally wanted to show his face, but Li Suxin guarded against it.
"Take good care of your father!" Zhao Yongcheng said solemnly.
After finishing speaking, Zhao Yongcheng did not want to stay here longer, but went out of the palace directly, and the officials of the East Palace sent him out all the way.
Just as he was about to walk out of the gate of the East Palace, Zhao Yongcheng suddenly stopped and at the same time dismissed the others, leaving only Huang Zhicheng, the official of the Prince's Mansion.
Then Zhao Yongcheng asked: "Huang Zhicheng, the prince is in good health, why did he suddenly become ill?"
As long as someone is sent to investigate these matters, they will definitely be able to find out, but Zhao Yongcheng couldn't wait that long, so he chose to ask in person.
Huang Zhicheng is in his thirties and has been serving as the minister of Zhan for more than ten years. He shares the honor and disgrace with the prince Zhao Yanjun, so he naturally does not want anything to happen to the prince.
Facing the emperor's inquiry, Huang Zhicheng didn't know how to answer for a while, because it was really hard to talk about it.
"Your Highness is blessed with a beautiful woman and takes supplementary medicine...that's when something happened!"
The prince's private life has been chaotic recently. Zhao Yongcheng had known about this matter, but he didn't take it too seriously.
But he never expected that this matter would eventually become such a big deal.
Although Huang Zhicheng said it simply, Zhao Yongcheng knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.
Could someone be trying to harm the prince? This is what Zhao Yongcheng wants to find out most.
Then Zhao Yongcheng didn't ask any questions, but walked out of the East Palace directly, entered the dragon chariot and drove back to the palace.
The prince must die, and as his father Zhao Yongcheng is heartbroken.
But as the emperor, there are two urgent things at the moment. One is to find out whether someone has harmed the prince, and the other is to establish a new crown prince as soon as possible.
"Tell the editors and supervisors to investigate this matter strictly!"
After Zhao Yongcheng finished speaking, a eunuch outside the dragon chariot responded: "I obey the order!"
Half an hour later, Zhao Yongcheng returned to the palace. At this moment, a large number of officials were waiting to see him.
Zhao Yongcheng ignored these people and did not even go to Qian'an Palace. Instead, he came to Fengxian Palace on the side of the palace.
Stepping into the palace, Zhao Yongcheng asked all the eunuchs on duty to withdraw and ordered the door to be closed.
The hall enshrines the spiritual tablets of the previous emperors of the Jin Dynasty, and also hangs portraits of previous emperors.
Zhao Yongcheng looked up and looked ahead, and the people in the portrait in front seemed to be looking at him too.
Taking slow steps, Zhao Yongcheng knelt on the bright yellow futon and kowtowed respectfully to the spiritual throne in front of him.
"I, Zhao Yongcheng, would like to inform my ancestors..."
In the whole world, the only ones in the world that can make Zhao Yongcheng kowtow and proclaim himself a minister are the portraits in Fengxian Hall.
"I have been entrusted by the late emperor to ascend the throne and have been in the imperial position for twenty-four years!"
"I feel that it was difficult for my ancestors to start a business, but it is difficult to start a business and maintain it. For twenty years, I have been working hard and sleeping hard every day. Every day, I am not afraid, as if I are facing an abyss or walking on thin ice!"
"However, I have short wisdom and weak virtue, which has led to the instability of the country and the unrest of the world..."
"The barbarians are invading, the north is shouting, the refugees are in chaos, strange ghosts are descending from the sky, and the country of our ancestors is in danger!"
At this point, Zhao Yongcheng was already crying. At this moment, he had lost his aura as an emperor and was just an ordinary old man who suffered from setbacks.
Come to think of it, after being the emperor for more than 20 years, the country has been deteriorating by myself, but this is the result of my own efforts.
The strong sense of failure, coupled with the current collapse of the situation, caused the emperor, who had turned gray at the temples, to collapse emotionally.
To put it bluntly, the emperor is also a human being, and usually does not express his emotions or anger, but this will only make the emotional outburst more violent.
"Now that the prince is critically ill, and my ministers are old, our ancestors are in danger of overthrowing!"
"There are sins in all directions, and the fault lies with just one of you. If God adds another sin, I am willing to bear the burden on one person!"
Having said this, Zhao Yongcheng kowtowed again and said: "I only hope that the spirits of our ancestors in heaven will protect the country and the country of Jin!"
Only when he is forced to have no other choice will Zhao Yongcheng place his hope in the gods of his ancestors. It is not that he believes in this, but that he needs to seek psychological comfort.
It is a pity that the ancestors and clans on the wall did not give Zhao Yongcheng any guidance.
There was deathly silence in the palace, and Zhao Yongcheng's heart gradually became peaceful. As the emperor, he must maintain a calm and clear mind.
Then, I saw him getting up from the futon and slowly walking to the entrance of the hall.
