Prince Regent's husband

In my impression, the sick emperor was lying on the bed, breathing weakly.

Gong Shifu saluted and pushed it down silently.

The emperor had no sense of Jun Xie and his wife who came in, his wrists were just exposed, and Jun Xie pulled out his sleeves.

What Jiang Yanshu saw was a piece of withered skin and bones.

The skin on the wrist is wrinkled.

The emperor is only forty, why is it so serious.

Jiang Yanshu shook off the strange idea, before he could touch it, he was stopped by Jun Xie.

"Wait," Jun Xie turned around and put a silk handkerchief on his wrist, with a hint of disgust, "It's fine now."

Jiang Yanshu held back his laughter, but in an instant he frowned. He lifted the emperor's eyelids to look at the whites of his eyes, and then turned his head to the side, exposing the blood on his neck.

After these actions, the emperor was unconscious.

His eyes were shocked.

Jun Jie took his brother to his side and squeezed his palm.

Shen Sheng said: "You can talk about any situation."

Jiang Yanshu looked at him and said slowly, "Your Majesty's body has more than one kind of poison, and there is a deeper poison deposited in his body."

After all, he frowned and thought for a moment, "At least ten years."

The emperor was clearly in his forties, but it was man-made to suffer from a serious illness.

But to poison the dignified emperor, what is the identity of the other party?

For a moment, Jiang Yanshu's heart palpited with fear.

"That's right." Jun Ge sneered, not surprised by this answer at all.

"Let's go." He led his brother and walked out.

Jiang Yanshu asked a little confusedly: "Doesn't it need treatment?"

Jun Jie said directly, "People who are about to die don't need it."

Jiang Yanshu thought about it, and it seemed quite reasonable.

The two had just come out of the bedroom, and they could see Jun Yuze outside the palace.

Jun Yuze clasped his hands and saluted, "I've seen Uncle Emperor, Auntie."

Jun Jie responded lightly, and took Jiang Yanshu to leave.

But Jun Yuze stopped them, and asked worriedly, "I don't know how the father's condition is?"

Jiang Yanshu was only thinking about the emperor's poison, and when he heard Jun Yuze's question, he subconsciously thought in a bad direction...

But Jun Yuze's expression was very sincere, and his eyes were full of worry.

He hesitated and said: "Your Majesty's poison is very serious, basically...cannot be cured."

Jun Yuze moved his lips frowningly, and finally said goodbye to Jun Yao and his wife without saying anything.

From the back it looks sad.

After getting into the carriage, Jun Xi asked Jiang Yanshu the first sentence, "The third prince just asked, why didn't you tell the truth?"

Jiang Yanshu pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and said in confusion: "There are so many people around the emperor, but they were still poisoned, and they did it under His Majesty's nose."

"I don't know what the third prince really thinks. If I say it casually, if he is the murderer, or one of them, then I have done something bad..."

Jiang Yan was very sad, always felt that the deep palace was full of dangers, he didn't hear Jun Yao's voice for a long time, so he blinked to look at the man.

The dark pupils looked at him faintly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang Yanshu was startled, thinking he said something wrong, he waved his hands anxiously.

"Could it be that I'm worrying too much? Lord, don't look at me like that, I'm guessing..."

"No, you're right," Jun Xi raised his lips and patted his brother's head.

"It's very smart this time, and it's a good idea. The murderer is someone from the palace, and there's more than one person."

Jiang Yanshu was dumbfounded, and said a few words dryly: "Really, really?"

"If you want to survive in the palace, you have to step on other people's corpses."

Not long after Jun Yao and the others left, another person came to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The palace attendant lowered his brows and eyes, "His Royal Highness."

Jun Zhenghong walked to the dragon bed, looked coldly at the emperor on the couch, "Who came just now?"

"Prince, the Regent has come."

Jun Zhenghong couldn't help snorting coldly, "The Regent..."

He tidied the quilt well, put the emperor's wrist in it with a smile, "Take good care of the father, and report any movement."

"Yes."

Prime Minister Jiang came out of the palace, and as soon as he stepped into the backyard, he heard deafening shouts from Jiang Shangming's yard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yin Lian wiped her tears and could only watch Jiang Shangming suffer, but she couldn't stop the doctor, she could only comfort him.

"Shang Ming bear with it, it will be fine soon."

"Mother, the child can't bear it..." Jiang Shangming said a few words, and then shouted: "Ahhh—"

"Can the doctor be gentle?" Yin Lian was so frightened that she didn't dare to look directly at her.

"Ma'am, young master, this is a scald, the dead skin must be removed, otherwise there will be scars on his face in the future."

The doctor said with a blank expression, the silver knife in his hand was shining brightly.

"But..." Yin Lian squinted at Jiang Shangming's left face, "I've done this twice, how many times do I need to cut?"

"Ma'am, you have to understand that Mr. Jiang is afraid of pain. He only cut the knife the first two times, so he was too afraid to do it. Now it's all rotten. If you don't do it again, you can lose your face."

As he said that, the doctor was about to wipe the knife and put it away.

Yin Lian immediately grabbed the doctor's cuff, "Don't stop, let's continue."

Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of yelling in the yard.

Prime Minister Jiang walked to the door, just as Yin Lian came out, he frowned and asked, "Hasn't healed yet?"

Yin Lian looked ugly, "Shangming is afraid of pain, so he can only take his time."

"As a man, I can't bear this kind of pain. I think I'm used to it."

When Yin Lian heard this, all the anger that had been suffocating for days came out, "Why are you used to it, you don't feel sorry for him as your son, that's a burn, it hurts so much—"

"Don't you blame the regent, but you still say that Shang Ming, if it wasn't for that little bastard, my son would have suffered this for nothing?!"

Because of the intervention of the regent, the officers and soldiers forcibly took Jiang Shangming away and paraded him through the streets. Somebody poured hot water on the way. If it wasn't for this, why would Jiang Shangming's face rot?

Jiang Shangming said angrily: "You still have the nerve to say, if you didn't spit it all out in the palace, Shang Ming would still suffer? The regent didn't let you and me parade in the street, and he has already given full face."

The whole capital knew of the good deeds done by the prime minister's mansion, and he really had no face to face others.

Frame the original spouse, occupy property, these are all private discussions among officials.

"I've said it all. At that time, I saw Jin Rui turned into a ghost and demanded my life! At that time, I really couldn't control it, as if I was bewitched."

Yin Lian blushed and explained with a thick neck. She did not know how many times she explained, but Prime Minister Jiang did not believe it every time.

There was a hint of madness in his eyes.

Prime Minister Jiang smiled coldly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

In public, which normal person would do such a thing, he deeply suspected that Yin Lian did it on purpose.

"Stop talking, I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

"You just don't believe it, and now you only care about yourself."

Prime Minister Jiang ignored him and walked away.

Jiang Shangming, who was in pain in the room and didn't know the night, could hear the quarrel between the two of them.

His eyes were slightly opened, and his eyes were extremely resentful.