After leaving the palace, Zhuangzhuang did not go directly to the prince's palace, but returned to the princess's palace first.
After entering the mansion, she called the secret guard, "Keep an eye on the outside. If the person following you leaves, report back to me."
"Yes!" The secret guard turned and went out.
Qin Zhi entered the room and said unhappily, "I never thought that the emperor would even be on guard against the princess."
Zhuangzhuang said calmly, "It's okay. He has always been suspicious, and I've always been close to Zi'an, so it's normal for him to be wary of me."
"What exactly does the emperor want to do?" Qin Zhi couldn't help but worry. These things really never end.
"I don't know." Zhuangzhuang sighed softly. How can you know what a person is thinking
In particular, he has become more and more biased.
"The Emperor used to be a good Emperor, but now... I don't know why, he always suspects good people. The Prince and Princess are such good people!"
Zhuangzhuang was also unhappy. She still couldn't let go of what the emperor had done to her.
No one could make him stop.
After waiting for two full days, the people who were staring at Zhuangzhuang finally left. However, Zhuangzhuang did not wait until they left before leaving. She ordered people to prepare gifts and went to the Xiao family in person to deliver the gifts to Liu Liu.
Then, we went to the palace.
During this period, someone was following her.
He stayed in the palace for half an hour, explained everything in the palace to Zi'an, and then left immediately.
The emperor's surveillance made everyone feel uncomfortable.
Finally, that afternoon, the emperor issued an order for Zi'an to come to the palace early the next morning to treat him.
Murong Jie has never allowed Zi'an to go out, but even he cannot disobey the order.
The emperor's condition had begun to worsen after Sun Fang'er's "death", but he had waited until now before asking Zi'an to enter the palace. Presumably, he had made some arrangements.
"Don't worry, I will pay attention. This is also the only way for me to save my mother. If I don't go in, who can give her the antidote?" Zi'an consoled.
Murong Jie's face was very tense. "It's impossible to be at ease. I will accompany you there and accompany you back. Anyway, you can't stay in the palace."
"Okay!" Zi'an knew that he was now a nervous master, and it was impossible for her to enter the palace alone.
Zi'an did not enter the palace until early the next morning, but Murong Jie entered the palace to see the emperor in the evening of the same day.
There are some things he just has to say.
The emperor's condition was not as serious as imagined, because he was taking Zi'an's previous prescription.
However, although the previous prescription could maintain his health for a while, his body was attacked by the poison, so this stability was only temporary, and he knew it himself.
The two brothers haven't talked to each other alone for a long time.
Murong Jie sat in front of the bed, looking at his half-lying brother, many things coming to his mind.
All along, the emperor's brother was the one he respected and loved. When did it change
"How does it feel?" Murong Jie asked softly.
The emperor's face was gray and covered with red spots. He had lost all his former majesty. Only his eyes were still sharp and majestic, retaining some of the emperor's aura.
He stared at Murong Jie, his tone was not very friendly, "I don't feel good, Seventh Brother, I'm about to die, what do you think?"
He had never asked Murong Jie so sharply before. Even if he had plans in mind, he was always able to maintain superficial harmony.
Murong Jie remained silent, not knowing how to respond.
Seeing that he remained silent, the emperor sneered, "I heard that Zi'an is pregnant."
Murong Jie nodded, "Yes, that's right."
"Congratulations, you have a successor."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"What are your plans?" the emperor stared at him and asked.
Murong Jie frowned, "What plan? What plan do you have?"
"If you have a successor, won't you make plans for him? Are you willing for him to be inferior to others all his life?" The emperor's tone was extremely sarcastic, and his face was flushed with uncontrollable excitement.
Murong Jie looked at him and smiled bitterly, "Brother, do you think I will rebel? Will I seize the throne? Since you have said it, I might as well ask you, if I had such ambitions, I could have taken power into my pocket when you were seriously ill before. Why wait until now?"
The emperor said gloomily, "That's because you thought I couldn't make it, so you weren't anxious. You didn't think I would get better, regain power, or even take over your power as regent. Or maybe you wouldn't have done that before, but after all these things, I didn't intend to hide what I did to you, and you knew it very well in your heart. I don't believe that after all these things, you are still as loyal to me as before."
Murong Jie looked at him and asked, "Is it true that the emperor will not believe anything I say?"
He no longer called himself the minister's younger brother, nor did he call him the emperor's brother. He was disappointed with this brotherhood.
"You want me to believe you," the emperor sighed softly, then looked at him dimly, "Okay, I am willing to believe you, but you have to do something for me, right?"
Murong Jie's heart turned cold, "What?"
"Seventh Brother, do you remember how I trusted you in the past?" The emperor sighed again, and looked at him quietly with his deep eyes, as if stained with a layer of family affection. "I once said that everyone in the world would rebel against me, except you. I once opened my heart to you, and even when I was seriously ill, I almost gave you the throne. Isn't this trust worth your efforts?"
Murong Jie said nothing, just stared at him.
"You have changed, really changed, since you married Xia Zian, you have changed." The emperor's face was full of disappointment, "My mother really shouldn't have agreed to this marriage."
"What does the emperor want to say?" Murong Jie stood up, took a step back, and stood according to the etiquette of a subject.
Although he appeared respectful, he actually kept his distance from him.
"Abort the child in Xia Zian's house and divorce her, and I will divide the world between you." The emperor said slowly.
Murong Jie clenched his fists, veins popping out on his forehead. He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to punch him, and said, "Your Majesty, just because I have a son, do you think he is such a big threat?"
"When you become a father, you will definitely think about your children. I have been through this before."
"In that case, you can appoint him as the crown prince."
The emperor chuckled and looked at him sarcastically, "Crown Prince? Even if I help you ascend the throne, when I die in the future, won't the throne belong to you, the regent?"
"Then, even if you ask me to divorce Zi'an now, I will be unable to do anything after you pass away in the future?" Murong Jie also said sarcastically.
"So," the emperor looked at him slowly, "I have prepared a medicine for you. After you take it, you will be childless in this life. As long as you are childless, then even if you can occupy the throne for a while, you will have to give it back."
That way, he could really rest assured. Moreover, once Xia Zian was divorced by him and the news spread to the palace, she would have to stay in Xiwei Palace for the rest of her life. If he died or she died, it would not save the seventh brother from being childless.
"I will not ask you to agree immediately. You should think about it. However, if you really agree, I will immediately issue an order to let you be the regent and govern the Great Zhou according to all your wishes. I also promise that I will divide the world with you while I am still alive."
Murong Jie took two steps back, rolled up his sleeves to cover his bulging wrists, and said, "I'll take my leave!"
(End of this chapter)