On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 364 The coveted throne

Her tears fell on Feng Yanzhi's face. He held her panicked and frightened hands and smiled at her.

"Mother, my son is fine, you don't have to worry."

"My son still has something to do. Can the Queen Mother help my son up?"

Shen Yanliu said in a tearful tone: "Your Majesty, your body is the most important thing now. You will be fine. You must be able to hold on. The Imperial Master will be here in a moment."

"Everyone in the Imperial Hospital is a quack, but don't worry, they are useless. The Imperial Preceptor is very powerful, and the Imperial Preceptor will definitely be able to cure you."

"Stop talking now and save your strength. Nothing else is important now. Only your life is the most important."

She held Feng Yanzhi's hand tightly, fearing that he would soon disappear from her eyes. Staring at his pale face, she cried heartbreakingly, fear spreading throughout her body.

"Why hasn't the Imperial Master come yet!" she yelled.

The maids could only reply: "The Queen Mother, the Imperial Master will be here soon."

Feng Yanzhi closed her eyes and comforted Queen Mother Shen.

Seeing that she couldn't stand listening at all, he could also feel that his body was about to lose its strength.

He had never been a good emperor, and now he was going to have to do something he had wanted to do for a long time.

Feng Yanzhi started to work hard, and Shen Yanliu saw that he was about to help him down. Feng Yanzhi's face was serious and solemn: "Mother, I have to draw up an edict. I don't have much time. Don't stop my son anymore."

"Stop talking about these doctors. I know my body better than any of them."

Shen Yanliu cried and shook his head: "It will be okay. Your Majesty, nothing will happen to you. You will stay with the Ai family for the rest of your life..."

When Xiao Qingrang learned that something was wrong with the emperor, he put down what he was doing and hurried over. He was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, and the maids only saw a white figure flashing past them, so fast that they didn't even see his face clearly.

"Your Majesty." Xiao Qing walked to the palace, panted slightly, and saluted the Queen Mother.

Shen Yanliu excitedly grabbed his hand and grasped the last straw: "National Preceptor, if you treat the emperor now, you will definitely be able to cure him, right?"

"You must cure him!"

Xiao Qingrang looked at Feng Yanzhi, whose eyes were black and blue, his face was pale and bloodless, and his lips were slightly purple, and his heart kept sinking.

"The Queen Mother, please let me first take your majesty's pulse."

Shen Yanliu stepped aside, and Xiao Qingrang put his hand on his pulse. A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and he looked up at Feng Yanzhi, complicated and dark.

Feng Yanzhi smiled faintly at him: "Master, I know I can't hold on any longer. Master, you have done your best. There is no need to blame yourself."

Xiao Qing let his throat feel dry: "How could it be like this!"

Feng Yanzhi laughed: "This is my destiny."

"National Master, I want to draw up an edict. Please help me bring what I need."

Xiao Qingrang fed him a pill. After taking the pill, Feng Yanzhi felt that the heaviness in his chest/mouth was relieved.

Shen Yanliu rushed over: "Master, you must save the emperor. If you don't save him, the Ai family will let you be buried with the emperor."

Feng Yanzhi looked at Shen Yanliu's crazy look, feeling heartbroken and guilty: "Mother, please don't embarrass the Imperial Master."

"Without the Imperial Master, my life would have been lost long ago."

Xiao Qingrang turned around and asked the palace maid to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The maids were very quick and brought everything they needed. A small mahogany-colored table was carried to the dragon bed. Shen Yanliu was completely weak. She looked at Feng Yanzhi with red eyes and was unable to accept it. The nanny supported her. .

Xiao Qingrang flattened the rice paper and polished it for Feng Yanzhi. Feng Yanzhi said nothing to save energy.

He suddenly breathed rapidly and spit out a large mouthful of blood. The blood stained the rice paper. Shen Yanliu collapsed and was heartbroken.

"Your Majesty!" Feng Yanzhi was about to slide down when he was weak, Xiao Qingrang held him up.

Feng Yanzhi grabbed his hand in begging for help: "National Master, I still have important things to do. Can you let me hold on for one more hour?"

"Not much, I only need an hour!"

Even these two sentences were very laborious for him to say.

Xiao Qingrang nodded without thinking, grabbed his hand and sent him spiritual power. He took out a bottle of medicine, hesitated, poured out four pills, and fed them to Feng Yanzhi.

The medicinal properties of this medicine are extremely strong, and it will damage his heart if he cannot bear it. But now that the emperor's heart has been damaged, this medicine can help him survive for a while.

It’s the same approach as fighting fire with fire.

He used his spiritual power to help him digest and ease the medicine, making the emperor less uncomfortable.

Seeing Feng Yanzhi clenching his teeth, his face ugly with pain, and his hands constantly straining to bear the pain, Xiao Qingrang couldn't bear to look away.

He is not feeling well.

He had watched His Majesty grow up, and had saved His Majesty's life from death many times. He knew how much suffering His Majesty endured just to stay alive.

He had always wanted His Majesty to live longer, but now he was personally watching his life pass away.

Xiao Qing let his heart clench and feel depressed.

Feng Yanzhi took the pen and wrote the edict on the rice paper.

He struggled to write, and after persisting in writing the edict, he was sweating profusely and his face turned gray.

Feng Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he read the edict.

Shen Yanliu looked around and saw that he was going to pass the throne of emperor to Feng Wuming, and he was immediately unhappy.

"Emperor, how can you pass on the throne of emperor to him?"

Feng Yanzhi pursed her lips: "Empress, I think it is most appropriate for the emperor's position to be passed on to the emperor's uncle. No one is more capable and broad-minded than the emperor's uncle."

"My son has never sat in the position of emperor. He should have abdicated long ago in favor of someone worthy of his position, but he has occupied this position for many years. Now that the emperor's uncle can sit here, I can feel at ease. This is also a wish in my heart. I hope Queen Mother, don’t say any more.”

He had a tough attitude: "No matter what my mother says, I will never change my mind."

Shen Yanliu looked at his tough look and was afraid that if she spoke too much she would make him angry, so she silently shut her mouth and endured it.

"You all should go out first." Feng Yanzhi waved his hand.

"Mother, I have something to say to you. Mother and son, let's sit down and have a good chat."

In this last moment, he also wanted to spend it with his mother.

Xiao Qingrang said softly: "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother, Wei Chen is guarding the door. If your Majesty feels any discomfort, you must call Wei Chen in time and Wei Chen will come immediately."

Feng Yanzhi nodded, and Xiao Qing asked the palace maids and doctors who led the palace to go out and quietly guard at the door.

"Mother, sit down." Feng Yanzhi patted the seat beside her and smiled lightly at her.

Shen Yanliu sat down and heard him say: "Mother, do you know that my son has always been uneasy sitting on this throne? He is not happy at all."

She was stunned and subconsciously retorted.

"Why? This is the position of the Ninth Five Supreme Being, which many people dream of."

"You sit in this position and have the power to call the wind and rain, and you can get whatever you want."

(End of this chapter)