The divine doctor looked at him helplessly. "Do you really want to do this?"
Xi Shi didn't answer and only answered him with silence. The determination in his eyes told the divine doctor that he had to do this.
"Even if you die from the backlash, you won't hesitate?" The divine doctor knew that he couldn't look forward to it, but he still looked forward to it. He hoped that Xi Shi would back down and be afraid of death.
However … Xi Shi moved and seemed to have thought of something. He smiled and said, "She said that she wouldn't die if she wasn't afraid of death."
"Qiong Cang, she's the best at bewitching people! Why do you still believe her?! "The divine doctor was exasperated.
"Have you found her identity?" Xi Shi didn't want to waste any more time and asked again.
The divine doctor sighed. "Yes, but this identity is a little tricky."
"It doesn't matter, as long as it's suitable." He clutched his chest and felt a surge of sweetness in his heart. His face turned red because he was trying hard not to vomit blood. Soon, he suppressed the surging blood and smiled happily. "Finally, I can have an equal status with her. Although it's temporary, it's enough."
After the New Year, Huarong shamelessly went to pay New Year's greetings with her aunts and received a lot of red packets. Together with the red packets given by her elders and brothers, she was very rich.
In the past, the first thing she did after the New Year was to have a New Year's greeting ceremony with her subordinates and tell them what to pay attention to.
However, this year was different. The old emperor had ordered Huarong to go to the palace to pay him a New Year's greeting. She kowtowed obediently and said all the auspicious words she remembered. The old emperor was very pleased. "Higashito said that you were seriously injured. Why do I hear that you're the happiest?"
"Your Majesty, I'm physically injured, but my heart isn't. That's why I'm the happiest. My wound still hurts." She pretended to be in great pain. In fact, her wound had already healed and even the scar was gone.
"Stop pretending. I'm not blind." The old emperor pointed at her head and teased her. "You're not even pretending."
"Your Majesty, you're really wise. You even saw through me." Huarong spared no effort in flattering him, not knowing what it meant to be blushing. Wu Chenglu, who was beside him, secretly despised him. The potential of a treacherous official was becoming more and more obvious!
As the old Emperor and Huarong walked, they arrived at the Imperial Garden. Although the Imperial Garden had flowers that bloomed throughout the four seasons, it was still much more bleak than it was during spring or summer. However, the bleakness added a different flavor to the garden.
"Higashito left yesterday morning and didn't have time to say goodbye to you. He told me to give you a few more red packets." "But I heard that you receive hundreds of red packets every year. So I thought that since the national treasury is not enough, I'll just forget about it."
"How could there be so many? Your Majesty, don't find excuses for being so picky." Huarong curled his lips.
"It's not that I'm stingy, but the national treasury really isn't abundant." The old Emperor sat down and said seriously, "The court is currently in an uproar over the matter of the Crown Prince. You've always been a crafty person. Tell me, what do you think?"
Huarong jumped in fright. She looked around to make sure there were no strangers around before patting her chest. "Your Majesty, you'll get this subject killed!"
"Hurry up and say it. I know you're not afraid of death." The old Emperor didn't fall for her trick. He must have thoroughly investigated her hedonistic life.
Huarong was secretly dissatisfied, but on the surface, she looked relieved. "What can this subject think? Only the capable can occupy the position. "
"You think the Ninth Prince is capable?" The old Emperor gestured for her to sit down, then glanced at Wu Chenglu. Wu Chenglu immediately poured tea.
Huarong picked up the teacup and drank. She was thirsty from talking too much. "This subject doesn't know the Ninth Prince. Moreover, the common people have only heard of Your Majesty's brilliance, but have never heard of the Ninth Prince doing anything for the common people. So Your Majesty should ask someone else."
"You have a point." The old Emperor murmured.
Huarong glared. She was perfect at pretending to be ignorant. "Your Majesty, what did this subject say that makes sense?"
Wu Chenglu couldn't help but laugh. "Princess, you said that the common people only know the Emperor and not the princes."
"That's true." Huarong followed up and flattered the old Emperor. "This subject always heard from Eldest Uncle and Second Uncle that our Emperor has never raised taxes and is a very good Emperor."
"If that's the case, then there's still a chance." The old Emperor seemed to be lost in his own world and couldn't hear Huarong's flattery.
He was thinking about national affairs. Huarong and Wu Chenglu tactfully didn't disturb him. Huarong drank four or five cups of tea in a row before the old Emperor seemed to come to a decision.
After making the decision, he suddenly grasped Hua Rong's hand. "Minhui, why are you so loyal to your younger brothers?"
The old Emperor was too formal and serious. Hua Rong wasn't used to it. She had a bad feeling that something was going to fall on her. But she had to answer the Emperor's question. She thought for a while and said, "My younger brothers are loyal to me. Since we're brothers, we'll share fortune and misfortune."
"Very good. Zhen will now accept you as a younger brother."
Hua Rong's eyes widened. Her mouth formed an O shape. What was going on? You're the Emperor, okay? Can you not use the playboy tricks?
Before she could answer, the Emperor said, "Zhen is in trouble. Minhui, you have to help Zhen."
Hua Rong didn't believe him. "What trouble could Zhen be in?"
"More than half of the court are Lao Jiu's people. Zhen will soon lose power. Zhen has been the Emperor for a lifetime and doesn't lust after imperial power. It's just that Lao Jiu is not suitable to inherit the throne. You have to help Zhen."
Hua Rong suddenly remembered Higashito's actions. She opened her mouth and asked, "Your Majesty, was it you who asked the Princess to lead this subject's daughter to have prejudice against Concubine Xian?"
"No. It should be that Higashito himself doesn't like Concubine Xian. And you have a wild personality. Who knows when Concubine Xian will suffer? That's why she did this. Zhen doesn't want you to go against Concubine Xian and her son. Instead, help Zhen find someone."
Huarong remembered Higashito's words. The old Emperor was looking for someone in the imperial family. Someone who grew up among the common people and didn't have the ability to rule the country. He would only bring a rain of blood to the imperial family.
"Your Majesty, may I know who this person is?" Since the old Emperor had asked, Huarong must find this person. Otherwise, he wouldn't say anything. Moreover, if she didn't help the Emperor, who knew if she would be silenced.
Huarong cherished her life.
The old Emperor gestured to Wu Chenglu. Wu Chenglu took a package from a eunuch and handed it to Huarong. "Princess, this is the Eighth Prince's childhood clothing and some records of his characteristics."
Huarong flipped through the package. Other than a few pieces of infant clothing and a record of the prince's characteristics, there was also a jade butterfly that represented imperial status. This proved that the prince was born in the imperial palace and was later taken out of the palace.
However, it wasn't easy to find someone in the vast sea of people with just this.
Huarong thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, can this subject find someone related to this matter in the past to question?"
The old Emperor seemed to be tired from talking so much. He nodded slightly. "It's getting late. You should leave the palace. Remember, this matter must be kept a secret."
Huarong naturally knew that this matter must be kept a secret. Otherwise, the Ninth Prince wouldn't spare her.
Huarong returned to the Gu family with the package that wasn't heavy, but it weighed heavily on her heart. As soon as she got off the carriage, she saw Yue Hanqing tidying up and seemed to be preparing to go out.
"Seventh Aunt, where are you going?" Huarong asked casually.
"The New Year has passed and there's no one to comfort father and mother. I'm going to the Yue family's old residence to burn incense. Don't worry, it's a secret." Yue Hanqing looked reluctant and her eyes were already red.
At this time, Huarong noticed that her clothes were very plain. She didn't wear the many gold, silver, and jewelry hairpins that the Gu family had given her. She only wore a white silk flower.
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