Zi'an said: "I know, but if the emperor recovers, our dilemma will be solved, and you can put down your burden at that time."
If the emperor was still alive, neither the crown prince nor Prince Nan Huai would be a threat. Even if Prince Nan Huai was determined to do so, he was the true dragon emperor who had been on the throne for many years and had all the officials loyal to him. He was different from Murong Jie who was not legitimate.
What if he doesn't give up
Moreover, now that the emperor has recovered and is in power, Prince Nan Huai will have no choice but to return to the Southern Kingdom. There won't be any trouble for at least three to five years. With these three to five years, she will surely be able to find a way to remove the poison.
Murong Jie still disagreed. He was not afraid of anyone gossiping or accusing him, but he could not let Zi'an fall into such a vortex.
"Murong, please let me enter the palace. At least, let me take a look at his condition. If I am sure, I will ask for permission to enter the palace for treatment. If not, I will give up." Zi'an pleaded.
Murong Jie asked: "Okay, tell me how much you know about ghost face sores."
Zi'an shook his head. "From what I understand, ghost face sores are a disease I've come across before, but I don't know if it's true. As for the little face you said growing out of his arm, I have to ask if this has happened before, but you just didn't know about it."
"That little face is the ghost face sore. If you have the ghost face sore, red spots will grow on your body, and little ghost faces will grow." This is what the imperial physician told Murong Jie. Murong Jie didn't understand the pathology, so he could only relay the imperial physician's words.
"Is there any medical record of Emperor Ming of the previous dynasty? I'd like to take a look." Zi'an asked.
"Yes, there are many documents from previous dynasties in the study, all recorded by historians. They are not authentic, but they should be comprehensive."
Most of the things recorded by historians were what the imperial court asked them to record, but there were also some things that historians would write separately and pass down.
I just hope that the historian who recorded these wrote them with the correct historical attitude.
The two returned to the study and found out the history of Emperor Ming.
The last page says that red spots grew on Emperor Ming's face, and a small face grew on his abdomen. The face had complete eyes, mouth and nose, but no ears, and its mouth was open, like a little ghost.
"It's not growing on the ear, it's growing on the abdomen." Zi'an said.
Murong Jie leaned over to take a look and said, "Oh, according to folklore, it grows next to the ears."
"Besides these, are there any other records about ghost face sores among the people?"
"I asked the imperial physician and the Welfare Bureau, and they both said no. There are women with red spots, but those women with red spots do not have ghost faces." Murong Jie said.
Zi'an was silent for a moment, and looked through Emperor Ming's medical history again and again. There were not many records here, and Emperor Ming did not die of this disease, but was killed by someone.
"Murong, I still insist on going into the palace to take a look." Zi'an pleaded again.
Seeing her firm attitude, Murong Jie knew that he could not dispel her idea, so he said, "Okay, since you want to go, then go tonight, and don't alarm my mother. But you have to dress up and pretend to be a servant beside me, so that no one knows that you have been in there."
"Okay!" Zian agreed.
Murong Jie asked Ni Rong to get a set of servant's clothes, and Zi'an put them on. He then took some coal and smeared it on his face. A light layer of coal turned it dark, and he immediately no longer looked like a daughter.
The two entered the palace, and Murong Jie asked Zi'an to go in with his head down and holding a box of ginseng.
In the past, Murong Jie never brought anyone in, so the imperial guards of Xiwei Palace ignored him. But now he brought people in, and the imperial guards stopped him.
Murong Jie said sternly, "Get out of here! Do you dare to stop me?"
The imperial guard said respectfully, "Your Highness, the Emperor has ordered that no outsiders are allowed to enter. Your Highness has received the Emperor's order to enter, but you cannot bring anyone in."
Murong Jie said calmly, "What if I insist on bringing him?"
The imperial guards were somewhat embarrassed, "This..."
The people guarding the Xiwei Palace are all trusted men around the emperor, and they all know in their hearts that once the emperor passes away, they will all be buried with him.
But if he offended the regent, he might lose his life before the emperor passed away.
Now it is clear who is the banker and who is the player.
The imperial guards retreated silently, "Your Majesty, please!"
Murong Jie took Zi'an in and entered the hall without any obstruction.
When entering the bedroom, Eunuch Bao and Eunuch Lu stepped forward and looked at Murong Jie in surprise, "Your Highness, how can you bring someone in?"
Murong Jie said: "It's okay, he is a person I trust, how is the emperor?"
Eunuch Lu sighed, his face showing sadness, "It's not good, it's much worse than before."
Murong Jie hummed, turned back to Zi'an and said, "Give the things to Eunuch Lu."
Zi'an responded and handed it over.
Murong Jie said: "This is a thousand-year-old ginseng, you can stew it for the emperor to drink."
Eunuch Lu took it and was slightly startled when he saw Zi'an's hand. When he wanted to look at Zi'an's face again, Zi'an had already lowered his head.
Eunuch Lu knew what was going on, and said to Eunuch Bao: "Let's go out and let the prince and the emperor stay for a while."
Bao Gonggong also understood and said, "Good!"
Murong Jie asked the imperial physician to leave, leaving only him and Zi'an in the hall.
Murong Jie stepped forward and lifted the curtain. Zi'an walked closer and saw that the emperor was asleep. There were many red spots on his face. Some places were scaly and dry. The spots were very clear and the raised areas were more terrifying. Because of these red spots, his original appearance was almost invisible.
"Pull up his arm and let me see." Zi'an said softly.
Murong Jie stepped forward cautiously, pulled the emperor's hand out from under the quilt, and then lifted it up to his arm.
There was a small human face on the arm, without any hair, the size of a teacup, protruding, with blood vessels visible on the forehead, one eye was big and the other was small, the nose was crooked, and the mouth was very small, like a small hole.
Zi'an took out the needle and wanted to go over and give him a stab, but Murong Jie reached out to stop her and shook his head at her.
Zi'an knew that he was afraid that the emperor would wake up, so he had to give up.
The emperor's breathing was very weak, and it was unclear whether he was unconscious or asleep. Occasionally he was seen moving, but he did not open his eyes.
Zi'an saw a notebook on the table and thought it should be the emperor's medical record, so he picked it up and looked at it.
It was indeed a case. Zi'an recorded the emperor's daily condition. The emperor had symptoms of fever, joint pain, swollen joints, and muscle pain. Looking at the red spots on the emperor's face, Zi'an initially diagnosed it as lupus erythematosus.
But there are several types of lupus erythematosus, and it is currently impossible to tell which one it is.
If it is systemic lupus erythematosus, it will be more difficult to deal with. It is the most serious type and can endanger the internal organs of the body, such as pericarditis, breathing problems, nephrotic syndrome, etc.
In ancient times, lupus erythematosus was a terminal illness and almost impossible to cure.
There is no way to cure it nowadays, we can only control it.
"Let's go!" Murong Jie urged.
Zi'an put down the case and said, "Okay!"
She turned around and took another look at the current emperor. In modern times, when watching movies or TV, the image of the emperor is always extremely majestic.
Because he was Murong Jie's elder brother and knew that Murong Jie had always respected him, Zi'an couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when he saw him lying there lifeless waiting to die.
(End of this chapter)