Seeing the hesitant expression on the head's face, Ke Qi could bear no matter how anxious he was: "What? Is there anything you need to hide from me?" The voice cooled down, and the Crown Prince's majesty could not be underestimated.
The people next to him felt the oppression in their chests, but they all lowered their heads and did not even dare to breathe.
"No, please forgive me, Your Majesty the Crown Prince. I just don't know how to speak. Such a thing happened to the King under my care. I cannot absolve myself of the blame. Please punish the Crown Prince." The steward hurriedly knelt down. Although the corridor was carpeted, the marble on the ground was very hard. The manager kneeled down with great force, and the banging sound echoed in the corridor.
The steward is the king's man, and even though Keqi cannot be sure of his loyalty to the king, the king trusts him very much. During the two years when the king was ill, the royal power began to fall into the hands of the royal family's children. Only the position of the palace manager has always been occupied by this person. In the middle, some people designed this person in order to arrange the most advantageous informants around the king. However, no matter how this person was attacked, the king's attitude was very strong. He could only be the person in charge of the palace.
Now, looking at the self-reproaching look on this man's face, Ke Qi sighed: "Uncle Ao, what are you..." He helped the nearly sixty-year-old manager to his feet, "Is this still the time to worry about this? We should be concerned about it. , isn’t it Your Majesty?”
Manager Ao stood up with the support of Ke Qi. The crown prince in front of him was found two years ago. In order to confirm the authenticity of his identity, the DNA was verified and it was found that he was indeed the son of the previous crown prince.
He has the strong aura of the king back then. Although he has only been in contact with the royal family for two years, he has to admit that this person has talent in this area. If it is him, he should have the ability to rule the royal family.
"The king was poisoned. Although it was a very common pesticide, but..."
"But His Majesty's current body can't bear it at all, can it?" Keqi said, pushing past the people and walking in. Manager Ao followed and ordered others to guard the door.
Except for Dr. T, who was specifically responsible for the king's physical condition, there was no one in the room to take care of him. Ke Qi felt strange and had a bad premonition in his heart.
He walked to the bed step by step, feeling that every step he took was so heavy, as if it was suppressing his heart and making him unable to breathe.
In front of the bed, the king's sleeping face was very peaceful.
Keqi stretched out his hand, his hand was trembling, damn, his heart had never been so weak. He didn't dislike this old man who had been dying for a long time. He even felt a sense of family affection in him that he had never felt before. So at this moment, he was afraid...
His hand was suddenly held. Keqi opened his eyes suddenly, cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and the person holding his hand was Manager Ao.
"The king is still alive." Manager Ao's words gave Ke Qi a powerful tranquilizer. This sentence, as long as this sentence is enough. Keqi took a deep breath and forced himself to regain his composure: "How many more days can I take care of you?"