I seem to be a fake mistress

Wen Qi felt as if he was caught in a big net, and someone was always pulling the various threads of this big net.

And lead him in the wrong direction step by step.

Now the only remaining candidates are the Queen Mother and Yue Ming's brothers...

If Yue Ming really died, then everything would be over, and his favorability would be lost.

"Host, the emperor is dying!"

Wen Qi:?

Isn't Yue Ming the one who deserves the most good news, but Yue Yang?

"Isn't the emperor just scratched? Why is he dying?"

Shou sighed for a long time: "It's true that I was scratched, but the emperor has a blood clotting disorder, and the blood can't stop at all."

Coagulation disorder Wen Qi has heard that only modern technology can cure it, and the ancient medical facilities are not complete at all.

If the emperor hadn't been kept warm, he might have died countless times.

"life."

Wen Qi rarely called Shou's name, so Shou said, "Host?"

"Is there any way to save the emperor?"

The system is originally a product created by the superior. Couldn't he let the system help the NPCs inside?

Shou also became extremely serious: "Host, no."

"The existence of every thing has its own laws. If you insist on breaking it, it may affect its development. It is normal for the emperor to die during this time period. However, once you intervene, his fate will be changed by you. .”

Wen Qi: "No, the emperor shouldn't have died at that time. If it wasn't because of me, how could he have died? So it was the arrival of 'I' that caused his death. Shouldn't I be responsible?"

Shou: "The system refuses to help the NPC, sorry."

Wen Qi: "What if I use my own life in exchange?"

At this time the emperor is dead, the battle for the heir apparent will inevitably be triggered, and now Yue Ming is restrained by others, I'm afraid he will die in this war by then.

Moreover, the emperor really died to save himself, didn't he?

It doesn't matter if you give him a little bit of life, it's right to pay it back.

"Host, no matter what you say, we refuse human intervention. You should learn to respect and learn to be responsible for your decisions."

Wen Qi pursed his lower lip and sighed: "I understand."

All he can do now is to go into the house to accompany His Majesty.

Wen Qi walked into the room slowly, His Majesty was still bleeding, he felt someone approaching, but suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing that the person in front of him was Wen Qi, he smiled.

"You all go down."

The monarch on the sickbed spoke.

The imperial physicians looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to leave. If the emperor's blood continued to flow, they would change the dynasty.

"I let you go down."

Hearing the hoarse and weak voice, Wen Qi couldn't help feeling terrified. If he was the one who was hit, he would recover after resting for two days at most, but the emperor is different...

"Sit down."

Besides, is it really worth it?

Wen Qi listened and sat in front of the emperor's couch.

"My time is running out, Zang Qi, tell me, are you from the Seventh Prince?"

Wen Qi froze, he didn't dare to speak.

Despite systematic assurances that the emperor would surely die, he was still afraid.

Yue Yang smiled: "Don't be afraid, Brother Huang is more suitable to be the emperor than me. If you really like Brother Huang, I will give him the emperor."

Wen Qi: "Your Majesty, the ministers and concubines have no two hearts."

He still didn't dare to bet.

Yue Yang: "Never mind? I saw it that day, you went to the royal brother's house. The mother saw you coming out of the palace, but I followed you all the way to the door of the royal brother's house."

Wen Qi opened his eyes slightly.

"I've seen it all."

Xu Shi was about to die, and his words were kind, the emperor smiled again: "It's not that I don't know you are beautiful."

"Everyone thinks that I can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness, but beauty and ugliness are nothing but skin, so I don't care."

"My male pets are also my best friends. When I was young, they were the ones who treated me well."

In the past, Wen Qi would have said that the emperor was hypocritical, but in the present, he only felt sad.

Suddenly, the emperor's eyes lit up, and he took Wen Qi's hand with his own.

"My imperial edict has been written and passed on to brother Yu, can you blame me less?"

Wen Qi was ashamed, and tears flowed from his eyes: "Your Majesty, it is clear that my concubine harmed you, how dare my concubine blame you."

The emperor smiled: "Don't cry, don't call me the emperor, can you call me by my name?"

Wen Qi quickly satisfied: "Yue Yang."

Yue Yang laughed again, and said: "Then can you... kiss me?"

He was about to die, and this request was actually made before he died.

Wen Qi quickly bowed his head and kissed him.

Yue Yang's eyes were filled with happiness, but then he sighed: "It would be great if I could be with you when I am healthy."

Wen Qi burst into tears like beads: "Your Majesty, you will be fine."

Yue Yang: "I understand my body."

"The imperial edict is on the second shelf of the bookshelf. When I go, take it out immediately."

"But I beg Seventh Brother to let go of my beloved concubines, is that okay?"

Wen Qi nodded like pounding garlic.

The emperor smiled and closed his eyes, but never opened them again.

The hands in Wen Qi's hands were getting cold gradually, he put the emperor's hands under the quilt, and walked out of the room slowly.

"The emperor is dead." He said this sentence softly.

The imperial doctors and eunuchs felt that something was wrong when they saw his face covered in crying makeup, and they could not be completely convinced that their emperor had really gone until they entered the room.

The eunuch had tears in his eyes, his voice was trembling so that he couldn't tremble any more.

"The emperor is dead—"

Empty and loud.

A group of male favorites poured into the imperial hospital one after another, kneeling beside the emperor's bed and crying loudly.

"Your majesty, why did you abandon your concubine? Your majesty."

The positions occupied by the burly men were too big, causing everyone to look coldly, and couldn't help blaming them for the matter.

If they hadn't occupied the emperor, the emperor would not have become what he is now.

If it weren't for them, the emperor would not be accused by the world.

The left and right emperors are no longer here, and those benevolent and righteous people who have long disliked them jumped out immediately: "You are all bewitching the emperor! Now you still have the face to see your majesty!"

The point of the sword was pointed directly at them.

Wen Qi felt disgusted in his heart: "Put down the sword, the emperor ordered you not to hurt them."

The general frowned and said: "Who knows what you said is true or not, the emperor is not here now, you can say whatever you want."

Wen Qi turned to look at him: "You can't see the emperor's love for them. What did the dignified general do with these eyes? Do you like to observe the shortcomings of others?"

The general couldn't get down from the stage, just at this moment, there was a burst of applause.

Yue Ye walked to the Imperial Hospital with a smug expression on his face, as if the throne had been passed on to him: "I believe what the nobleman said."

"Hello, sixth prince."

Wen Qi squinted his eyes, at this moment he came to reap the benefits of being a fisherman, could it be...