Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Chapter 772: Green Plum Drunk (10)

When the prince returned to the palace, the first person he met was the emperor.

Because of the death of the imperial concubine, his hair turned white overnight. Although he was only in his twenties, he was plagued by illness and looked very old.

Even the government was powerless.

Seeing Jiang Que come back alive, his heart finally settled down.

Before he could have a good talk with the emperor, the first thing the visitor said was to ask him to take care of his wife, otherwise he wouldn't mind helping to take care of her.

The little child stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, speaking sharply and with cold eyes. He did not respect him as a father, nor did he respect him as a king.

It was as if he was pushed into a corner and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The emperor has been immersed in the pain of losing his beloved wife for many years and has no time to take care of his son. Now looking closely, he finds that he has grown up so much.

If she were still there...

The emperor clutched his chest and coughed sadly, his already weak health becoming even weaker. He looked at his son, who was standing at the foot of the hall with his hands behind his back. He was only a little over five years old, but he looked dignified and majestic, showing the qualities of an emperor. He nodded seriously and said, "It's my fault that I'm useless. I'm sorry for you."

Jiang Que said coldly: "I'm glad to know."

"..."

"She's been dead for so many years, why are you pretending to be affectionate now? When you were a prince, you needed her reputation as a medical immortal to help you gain fame and respect throughout the world. You cared about the reputation of the people. After you became emperor, you wanted to consolidate your power and demoted your wife to a concubine. I don't believe you don't know the true cause of my mother's death."

"Or perhaps, the person who truly wanted to kill her was never the Queen. Otherwise, with her medical skills, she wouldn't have died from this minor poison."

Jiang Que smiled, then suddenly raised his eyes, looking coldly at the person on the high platform. He asked with a soft smile, "Father, I have escaped death this time. Do you think I will avenge my mother?"

The son's face suddenly changed. Before the emperor could answer, the chief eunuch suddenly rushed in and knelt on the ground to report that the queen had a miscarriage and the royal heir was gone.

This news.

Like a thunderclap.

The emperor had no time to be shocked.

Jiang Que smiled slowly and stepped back, fearing that others would not guess that it was him who did it. He raised his hand and bowed: "May your Majesty be well, father. I will take my leave."

Despite his young age, he is moody and ruthless.

The emperor had a head full of white hair and stared at Jiang Que's back, which was as tall as the dining table, until he left. Finally, he couldn't help but vomited a mouthful of black blood.

He stared at the door with his eyes wide open and his teeth bared, looking in the direction where Jiang Que left.

As if he was crazy, he laughed instead of being angry. There was no sadness in his eyes for losing another child, but only the madness of having a successor to this broken kingdom.

The prince appears and the queen has a miscarriage.

The queen, who had lost her child, was quiet for a while, and Jiang Que set out to return to the Medical Saint Mountain.

Just after returning to the mountain, Cheng Hui happened to come back from collecting herbs. When he saw Jiang Que, his originally depressed expression suddenly turned into a smile. With bright eyes, he ran towards Jiang Que with a basket on his back.

"Sister Zhao'er has woken up. I haven't seen her for a few days and she's become thinner. It must be the bitter medicine that has made her lose her appetite."

"Don't worry, sister. I'm studying medicine hard and will definitely be able to make medicine that isn't bitter for you to try."

The boy's face was dirty from picking herbs, and his clothes were scratched and torn in several places. He had herbs on his back, and his eyes seemed to be full of countless energy when he looked at Jiang Que.

Jiang Que stood there, the boy's sincere and tender face engraved in his eyes in the lingering breeze blowing from the orange sky reflected in late summer.

Jiang Que looked at him quietly for a while, lowered his eyes and did not answer. In Cheng Hui's gaze that changed from expectation to disappointment, he turned around and left, returning to the courtyard where they lived together.

Sister Zhao'er is unhappy.

This was the only thing Cheng Hui could think of.

As for why...

He found out about it the next day when he went down the mountain with his senior brother to help with the free medical consultation.

During the time when Zhao'er's sister disappeared, he returned to the imperial city as the crown prince and fought in the palace.

He was still so young, yet he had to be involved in these power struggles, growing up step by step, from a child into an unfathomable emperor.

Growing up in the royal struggle is the cruelest.

Maybe he had experienced something that made him so unhappy.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hui felt more and more distressed for the child and became more determined to influence him.

In this case, he will not poison the cakes given to Jiang Que in the future. If he dies, there might be other villains who are more difficult to deal with.

It’s better to start now from a young age.

Cheng Hui's eyes were firm.

Immediately call the long-forgotten 666: "I remember that there was a mind-reading card in the gift package I opened before. I want to read the emperor's mind of the villain."

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