allonlinenovel Chapter 238 Unconscious
Chapter 238 Unconscious
Eunuch Zhao knew clearly that the Crown Prince was incapable of undertaking the responsibility of marriage in his current state. If the Princess of Min'an chose the eldest or second prince, the Crown Prince would completely lose his last hope.
Judging from the nature of those ministers in the court who are always trying to curry favor with the powerful, it is estimated that before the wedding day, a group of old ministers will write a letter to the prince, earnestly requesting him to give up the throne of crown prince, under the pretext of "for the sake of the country and the people."
In this case, the prince might really be in a desperate situation with no way out.
Just when Eunuch Zhao was in a mess, he heard a "thump" and the head doctor Chen's legs went weak and he knelt down to apologize.
"Your Majesty, I am incompetent. I am currently at a loss as to what to do about the prince's injuries, and I haven't found a better solution yet." Doctor Chen's voice trembled with a hint of despair and guilt.
After hearing this, Emperor Zhao's eyes, which had been as deep as the abyss, suddenly became extremely gloomy, as if they were instantly shrouded in a layer of black mist.
He stared at Doctor Chen's bald head. If his eyes could be turned into sharp blades, Doctor Chen would have been cut into pieces by this sharp gaze.
Doctor Chen was filled with trepidation, his back soaked with sweat. He lowered his head, not daring to look up at Emperor Zhao's terrifying face, which looked like Yama's.
With the suffocating silence of Emperor Zhao, Doctor Chen felt his heart sinking, as if falling into an endless dark abyss.
He could clearly feel the arrow-like gaze above his head, piercing straight through his body. Even though his knees had long been numb and insensitive from kneeling, he dared not move or show any emotion, for fear that one careless move would bring about his own death.
After a long time, which seemed like a century, Emperor Zhao slowly shifted his gaze. He slowly stood up, the corners of his dragon robe fluttering, and walked to the bedside with heavy steps.
He looked down at Zhao Hao, who was lying unconscious on the bed, his eyes revealing a complex emotion of pain, regret, unwillingness, and a barely perceptible kindness.
It was not until Emperor Zhao turned and left without saying a word that the oppressive atmosphere dissipated slightly.
Doctor Chen then collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if to expel the fear and pressure of walking on thin ice.
That brief moment just now seemed extremely long in his heart, as if he had experienced a life-and-death crisis.
Doctor Chen slowly stood up from the ground, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
He calmed himself down, tidied up his messy clothes with trembling hands, and held the handle of the small medicine box tightly, as if it was his only life-saving straw.
Finally, he raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Hao, who seemed dead on the bed, with a complicated expression. He finally sighed softly, turned around and left in a hurry.
The room was suddenly shrouded in dead silence, so quiet that it was frightening.
The guards stood as tall as pine trees, standing on both sides of the door, their eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly. The palace maids and eunuchs lowered their heads and eyebrows, not daring to breathe, and occasionally exchanged worried glances with each other.
Suddenly, a black shadow swooped down from the beam like a ghost. It was Zhao Wei. He walked lightly without raising a trace of dust and went straight to the bed. His slender fingers gently pulled down the curtains, and the bed suddenly became a secret world.
Zhao Wei flashed and quietly climbed onto the bed, hiding inside the bed like a civet cat. Then, he carefully took out a thumb-sized exquisite porcelain bottle from his arms. The porcelain bottle glowed with a cold light in the dim light.
He gently pulled out the cork, and a faint medicinal fragrance wafted out. Then he placed the porcelain bottle under Zhao Hao's nose.
A moment later, Zhao Hao, who was originally lifeless and unconscious, slowly and gently opened his eyes, and there was a hint of fatigue and alertness in the depths of his eyes.
"Prince." Zhao Wei leaned close to Zhao Hao's ear, his voice as low as the buzzing of a mosquito or fly, but clearly audible.
Zhao Hao turned his head and looked at Zhao Wei with clear and calm eyes, with a barely perceptible questioning hint in his eyes.
"What's the situation outside?" Zhao Hao's voice was weak but still majestic.
"Crown Prince, the princess of Min'an Kingdom is coming to marry and has announced that she wants to choose her future husband from among several princes." Zhao Wei frowned slightly and reported in a low voice.
When Zhao Hao heard this, his brows were instantly furrowed, forming a deep "川" character between his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of doubt and vigilance.
"How could it be such a coincidence?"
He thought to himself, it had only been a few months since the birthday banquet. If Min Anguo had long intended to have a marriage alliance, why didn't he mention it at all the time he came last time?
But after the news of his serious illness spread, they impatiently proposed the marriage. What kind of conspiracy was hidden behind this?
Zhao Wei nodded gently and said solemnly, "This matter is indeed extremely strange. Crown Prince, you are now seriously ill, so you are naturally excluded from the list of candidates. Among these princes, only the eldest and second princes are the most suitable in age. In this way, Concubine Rong and her faction will definitely take this opportunity to further expand their influence in the court."
He paused, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, and then he continued, "Crown Prince, you have been in a coma for a long time. Even if you are lucky enough to wake up this time, your health will be weak. I am afraid that the ministers in the court will be shaken in your succession to the throne."
"In this way, whether it is the eldest prince or the second prince, it is very likely that they will become the only candidates for the crown prince. In my opinion, the misfortune that has befallen you, Crown Prince, is certainly due to the involvement of Concubine Rong and her family."
After hearing what Zhao Wei said, Zhao Hao fell into deep thought.
The last time he went to see Chu Lingfeng, he was chased by foreign killers on his way back. Those killers were all highly skilled in martial arts and ruthless. He was struggling between life and death. Fortunately, Murong Linger ordered the Golden Eagle King to send him life-saving medicine in time, so he was able to escape from the gates of hell.
After returning to the palace, he pretended to be dying and could die at any time. He lay unconscious on the bed all day and secretly gave Zhao Wei the authority to find the mastermind behind the incident.
However, the clues have not yet surfaced, and now the matter of marriage has suddenly emerged out of nowhere. All of these things are like a tightly woven net that traps him.
After a long moment, Zhao Hao's eyes suddenly gleamed, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, and he spoke, "There must be something hidden behind this matter. Pass the word down, have our people closely monitor the actions of Concubine Rong and her entourage, as well as the envoys from the Min'an Kingdom, especially their private dealings."
"Also, send someone to contact Murong Ling'er to see if she has any new information. This prince will never sit idly by and let others plot against him!"
"Yes, Prince!" Zhao Wei accepted the order, a hint of determination and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and then he stood up, quietly blended into the darkness, ready to carry out Zhao Hao's order.