"I will not establish a queen for the time being." Xuanyuan Jin turned around and glanced at them displeasedly. Xuanyuan Jin frowned, and a hint of coldness flashed across his face, "I will make my own decision about the harem, but not now."
Those vain women were just props he used to deceive his eyes. All he had was a romantic appearance, but he had never really touched those coquettish women!
In his mind, no one is worthy of sitting in the position of queen!
He does not stand up as a queen.
"But..." A hint of embarrassment flashed across the minister's face, and he took a step forward, trying to persuade him, "This is unreasonable! If tomorrow morning..."
"Tomorrow morning, I will be the one sitting on the dragon throne!" Xuanyuan Jin snorted displeasedly, reminding the minister to pay attention to his identity - he had spent so much energy to climb to the top of this power, just to be able to do so.
Taste the pleasure given by rights!
Instead of... coming to this position to be restrained and governed!
"Yes..." The minister responded solemnly, his body trembled, and he couldn't help but take a step back, lowering his head and not daring to say another word.
No one wants to be the first person to lose their head!
With a sigh, Xuanyuan Jin used his momentum to intimidate them. Seeing that they all fell silent, he wanted to order them to retreat first.
He is very uncomfortable now, and he doesn't want those ministers to look at him. He just wants to be alone and calm down and regulate his breathing, so that he can live a little longer under the control of this plague...
"Your Majesty!" As soon as he turned around, the eunuch standing beside him exclaimed exaggeratedly. He quickly ran up and took out the snow-white handkerchief in his arms, "Let me see your face..."
Yesterday, he had scratches on his face, and they were quite serious, but today when he was at the altar, everyone saw that the wounds were already scarred! Why is it that now it looks like he was just injured, with dark red blood?
It seeps out from the skin and flesh, shocking...
The eunuch's shout made the ministers also startled. They looked up and bumped into the dark red blood on his face, and their hearts trembled: Why is the color of the blood dark red?
"Your Majesty, this servant is going to call the imperial doctor right now!" the eunuch shouted in horror, tightly covering Xuanyuan Jin's face with the small handkerchief in his hand, and then rolled and crawled towards the door.
The emperor's body is that of a dragon, and there is no room for any mistakes!
"Wait, stop!" Xuanyuan Jin was stunned for a moment. When the eunuch was about to approach the door, he reacted quickly and roared in the direction of Zhumen, causing the eunuch to freeze on the spot and stop halfway out of his step.
Dare not come down in mid-air.
"Emperor..." A minister wanted to speak, but before he could say a word, he was interrupted by Xuanyuan Jin with a wave of his hand.
"Come on, come on, get out of here. This is such a trivial matter. You don't need a medical doctor!" He grabbed the handkerchief and covered his face tightly. He felt a fishy smell spread over his hands, and he could only do it.
Pretending to be calm, pretending that nothing happened, "Also, no one is allowed to come in without my order! This is my order!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back room, avoiding the eyes of the ministers and eunuchs. He didn't want them to see his embarrassment, nor did he want them to feel or suspect anything from his bloody appearance...
Walking to the back room, she heard the sound of the door outside closing and knew that they had all left. Xuanyuan Jin breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly stood in front of the big mirror in the room and looked at the appearance of the person in the mirror. She was shocked again.
——
His lips in the mirror were horribly pale, his face was stained with dark blood, and the handkerchief was also dark red! It was a color that made people feel particularly uncomfortable. It looked like poisonous blood, but it was a pity.
…He doesn’t know what the source of the poison is?
Moreover, his originally neat hair now looked a little messy, making him look looser and lazier, which further highlighted his embarrassment at the moment.
"Alas..." Xuanyuan Jin sighed while enduring the discomfort in his chest. He could only wipe the blood off his face in front of the mirror, and then went to arrange his hair, but when his hand touched the hair
For a second, I was stunned—it seemed like something was wrong!
He took his hand off little by little in a panic, and slowly moved his eyes to the palm of his hand. His eyes happened to see the hair that had fallen off his hand, and the strands of hair were scratched in the palm of his hand.
A thin trace of blood...
When did he become so weak? A hair can cut the palm of his hand?!
Xuanyuan Jin was completely panicked. Ignoring the blood that was still slowly seeping out of his face, he scratched at his head randomly and pulled off a lot of hair, which soon made the top of his head look sparse.
A lot...
"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Xuanyuan Jin murmured over and over again, looking at herself in the mirror with empty eyes, but she could no longer pull out the hair on her head.
He was afraid that if he pulled twice like this, he would have no hair anymore...
There were more and more blood streaks in his hands, so that the entire palm was covered with deep and shallow blood marks, and finally dyed blood red, which also made Xuanyuan Jin's heart drop to the bottom-his time is running out?
Is this a sign that his days are numbered?
"No, no..." At this time, he could only hypnotize himself in this way, muttering despondently over and over again, looking at his fallen hair on the table, his eyes could not help but turn slightly red.
This is a dying person's most primitive love and fantasy for life, as well as his most humble desire when he is dying.
There was a "clang", and at this moment, there was a loud bang on the door, and the vermilion door was pushed open from the outside, bringing in a gust of cold night wind.
"Didn't I say no one is allowed to come in?" Xuanyuan Jin roared angrily and turned back with scarlet eyes. However, when he saw Su Tong standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment, "How did you get in?"
Su Tong also held a piccolo in her right hand, tapping the palm of her left hand repeatedly, looking at Xuanyuan Jin with a "ferocious" look on her face, curling her lips, and lightly parted her lips: "I'm here to kill you.