Chapter 691: Chapter 689: The Not-So-Fragile Heart, Shattered into Pieces_1
“Quickly, carry the prince up.”
The Empress was filled with worry. Two Qilin Guards stepped forward and carried the Little Prince onto the Imperial Palanquin.
“Head to the Serene Snow Pavilion.”
The Empress, supported by the attendant, also got onto the Imperial Palanquin.
Eight bearers moved swiftly and steadily, lifting the palanquin and leaving the ntal Cultivation Hall, heading towards the Serene Snow Pavilion.
Qingluo did not follow the Imperial Palanquin, she looked around and accurately found Jifeng’s silhouette.
“Jifeng, could you please go to the Blessing Feast Restaurant and bring Cang Lan into the palace? I need his assistance.”
Jifeng’s eyes twitched, his disguise that he considered flawless, was once again effortlessly seen through.
A heart, not fragile, shattered into dust.
“Alright.”
Little Prince’s life and death was crucial and he had no ti for sorrow. He cupped his hands together and ran off.
Qingluo glanced at the chaotic scene inside the ntal Cultivation Hall, a cold smile played at the corners of her lips, in a few swift moves, she dashed out of the hall, so fast she was almost invisible.
“Hiss.”
There were more astonished gasps in the main hall.
With the empress gone, the ministers, unable to calm their frightened hearts, took advantage of the darkness to exit the hall.
In the end, only the Emperor remained in the ntal Cultivation Hall, his elongated shadow twisting and deforming under the dim candlelight.
“Hahaha.”
The Emperor suddenly laughed wildly, pushing away the candles in front of him.
The weak fla fell onto the vermillion carpet that stretched from the high platform to the entrance of the main hall. It ignited the soft velvet, gradually spreading in all directions.
“Oh no, there’s a fire.”
Several attendants rushed into the main hall, waving their brooms to put out the fire.
The fire wasn’t big, it only burned an area of about ten ters. With a few forceful hits, the attendants extinguished the fire in no ti.
“Your Majesty, please retire. We still need to change the carpet.”
After putting out the fire, several attendants looked unhappily at the Emperor, with little reverence in their words, “If this gets burned, Her Majesty will see, and we will be done for.”
“Hmph, she won’t care about this.”
The Emperor gave a bitter laugh, showing so resentnt, “In her heart, there’s only that bewitching fox. She’s long forgotten about us old folks, and now, she doesn’t even spare my daughter.”
“Your Majesty, be careful with your words!”
Several attendants, their courage shaken, crept away clutching their brooms.
What a joke, criticizing the Empress was a major cri punishable by beheading.
You don’t want to live, but don’t drag us down with you.
“Hahaha.”
The Emperor laughed madly once more, then suddenly gasped for breath, grasping his chest in unbearable pain, taking a few deep breaths, his eyes rolled up, and he collapsed to the ground.
About a quarter of an hour later, several attendants re-entered the main hall and saw the unconscious Emperor, their legs went weak, and they ran for the Imperial Hospital to get the Imperial Physician.
Though the Imperial Physician arrived in ti and the Emperor’s life was saved,
However, he ended up with an illness, leaving his face drooping and half his body paralyzed, unable to move while lying in bed.
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Mo Canglan cos swiftly. Jifeng encounters him at the palace gate, and without a word, leads him away.
With the Token of the Qilin Guards in hand, they had unimpeded access all the way to the Serene Snow Pavilion.
When the two entered the courtyard, the Imperial Palanquin had just stopped at the courtyard entrance, and the Empress got off with the support of her attendant.
“The prince is injured?”
Noble Lord reached the courtyard entrance to et the Empress and noticed her bad mood. Following her gaze to the Imperial Palanquin, his face turned to a horrible sight, filled with anger.
“What happened? How did the prince get injured?”
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