The Blessed (Book 5)

877 - 892

877. Noble Consort Bai's Chicanery; Dying (2)
Translator: Guy Gone Bad

"Jingxuan, is there any other way?"

The imperial old lord, Yan Shengrui and Zeng Shaoqing stood on the other side. His Majesty couldn't die under the current situation.

"No, that's the last resort."

Ling Jingxuan shook his head without looking back. If possible, he also didn't want Yan Shengzhi to fall down here.

"Medicine...Medicine..."

Just when they were struggling, the nearly fainted Yan Shengzhi made the decision. Although he couldn't hang in there any longer, at this moment, he knew better than anyone else that he couldn't fall down and leave the mess to the crown prince now. Instead of lying in bed and losing consciousness for two days, he'd rather use this hour to do the last thing for the Qing Kingdom and his crown prince.

"Your Majesty..."

Chu Yunhan couldn't help wetting his eyes. No matter what, it was an indisputable fact that he had ever sheltered him.

"Father, leave it to me. I can handle it."

Yan Xiaoming, who had been very disappointed in him earlier, softened his heart in the end. After all, that was his father.

Maybe he had heard their talked, a faint smile crawled onto Yan Shengzhi's lips stained with blood. At his last hour, his empress and the crown prince were both by his side, and the crown prince was smart and capable. The Qing Kingdom would definitely be more prosperous and powerful under his ruling. What else could he not be satisfied with?

"Medicine!"

With his slightly squinted eyes suddenly widely opened, Yan Shengzhi said. Ling Jingxuan, who was exchanging opinions with Yan Shengrui and others looked at them in silence and then took out a black pill from his pouch and sent it into his mouth.

"It will take some time for the medicine to take effect. Yunhan, hold His Majesty in your arms. I'll deal with them first."

Time was limited, so Ling Jingxuan had to speed up. He said there would be half an hour's time. According to Yan Shengzhi's situation, it would be difficult for him to hold there for half an hour. Before that, he would destroy Noble Consort Bai and others first.

"Hmm."

Chu Yunhan nodded, and His Majesty, who seemed to have eased a little, also raised his hand. When Ling Jingxuan moved aside, Yan Xiaoming and the ninth prince squeezed over. One of the two brothers sat in the dragon throne and observed his condition, while the other held his hand and leaned against his knees, staring at him. After checking his condition, Ling Jingxuan turned to Yan Shengrui's ide and whispered by his ear, "send someone to pick up Noble Consort Ye and her daughter, and Able Consort and her son."

The thing people in ancient times minded most was whether their offspring would be around in their last hour. Although he couldn't guarantee that other princes and princesses would live till the day of his funeral, that was all he could do.

"Hmm."

Yan Shengrui nodded and snapped his fingers. Then Yan Er flew up. The master and servant whispered a few words there, while Ling Jingxuan no longer wasted any more time and walked down. Standing in front of the second prince, he said in a condescending manner, "Don't waste time. I have already found out the fact that you handed over the forging method to Qi Liancheng. There is one thing that you may not know. Qi Liancheng didn't leave right away. When I was out, he caught the little duke and my sons. We could have been able to capture him alive, but hundreds of men of sacrifice in black appeared. Those men of sacrifice are the same group with those who had assassinated me outside the city. They should be your people, right? "