Travel through Shen Meizhuang to open the system and walk sideways in the harem

"Concubine Duan, you came today, I'm sure you know why I came! You did a great job with the Mid-Autumn family dinner, I want to reward you!" Shen Meimei was standing and Concubine Duan was kneeling, she looked down at each other.

"It's all my job, Your Majesty, thank you for your praise!" Concubine Duan had cold sweat on her forehead, she was almost unable to hold on.

Jixiang moved a chair and placed it next to Shen Meimei, then quickly knelt down to support Concubine Duan.

"Get up!" She saw Concubine Duan was about to fall, but she couldn't bear it and let her get up.

Shen Meimei thought for a moment and pointed at Yanqing Palace and said:

"My Tangli Palace is not even as good as this Yanqing Palace, when did you come up with these inappropriate thoughts?

Naturally, as a concubine in the harem, you also have the opportunity to become the queen, but if you openly fight for it, I won’t say anything, right?

But you should never frame me!"

Concubine Duan stood aside, her legs and feet felt numb and trembled constantly.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I have nothing to say. Just don't let Fifth Prince Hong Zhou get involved. He's a good boy!"

Shen Meimei then remembered that Concubine Duan was very close to the Fifth Prince, and she did this to pave the way for the Fifth Prince. If she became the Queen and registered the Fifth Prince under her name, he would also be considered a legitimate son.

In this way, among the emperor's sons, the fifth prince became the legitimate son, and as he was the oldest, he had a greater chance of inheriting the throne.

She had a really good plan, but unfortunately she didn't know that the emperor had no intention of making the fifth prince the heir.

Hong Zhou had difficulty walking and had long lost the possibility of inheriting the throne.

Shen Meimei thought of Concubine Duan's deep love for her son, so she did not punish or humiliate her, but asked her to sit down.

"Okay, I'm going to make you kneel for a while today to make you understand that there are some things you can't do. Everything will be decided by the Emperor himself. As concubines, all we have to do is wait!

Jixiang, help your master into the house. From now on, do not open the gate of Yanqing Palace without my order."

When Concubine Duan heard that the palace was sealed, her legs suddenly went weak and she fell to the ground.

"Empress, what's wrong with you?" Jixiang cried.

Shen Meimei ignored it. She knew that Concubine Duan was an electric queen. She could hold on to the end even if she started with an electric power.

The gate of Yanqing Palace slowly closed, and Shen Meimei said to Xiao Yunzi:

"The daily expenses of Yanqing Palace should be the same as before, and there should be no neglect!

I have exiled Liang Duorui to Ningguta. I originally wanted to let you take over this position, but I also need a capable person.

Let your brother take up this position. It's ok to do some small things, but remember, don't be too greedy!"

Little Yunzi knelt down to thank the queen, "Don't worry, your majesty, my brother is an honest man, and he would never dare to embezzle money and sully the grace of your support!"

After returning to Tangli Palace from Yanqing Palace, Shen Meimei felt very uncomfortable.

The emperor was already so ill, but he did not call a doctor, nor did he tell himself, but chose to endure it silently.

He is such a good emperor.

Suddenly, Shen Meimei had an idea. "Why not go back to modern times and go to the hospital for a thorough check-up to see what the disease is? Diseases that could not be cured in ancient times can definitely be cured using modern medical technology."

Thinking of this, Shen Meimei took action immediately and said to Xiao Yunzi:

"Turn around and go to the Yangxin Palace!"

When the sedan bearer heard Shen Meimei's instructions, he immediately changed direction and walked towards the Palace of Tranquil Longevity.

In the Yangxin Palace, the emperor's condition was getting worse and worse. He sat beside the desk, writing furiously.