Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Of course it wasn't him who did it.

But it was written by Yan Feng for him.

Whenever Nan Yanhui thought of this, he felt particularly good.

But I suppressed my emotions once again.

He pursed his lips.

He remained silent and did not answer Nanqi's question.

As for Nanqi, he was already in a state of rage at this time. Because others knew, he knew it better in his heart.

If the old emperor were alive, it would be like he had an invincible shield.

But if the old emperor died, his shield would become ineffective.

Although it is possible that he could ascend the throne and become the new emperor.

But over the years, he basically spent all his time on having fun, and his understanding of state affairs was obviously not in place.

Let him take the country into his own hands under such circumstances.

Just in case something goes wrong.

That would mean everything is really over, right?

Nan Qi was not completely stupid, so he knew the seriousness of this problem. Therefore, looking at the old emperor's appearance, he scolded Nan Yanhui and then turned his attention back to the imperial physician beside him.

Then he kept asking the other party to rescue the old emperor and restore him to his usual majestic and perfect appearance, instead of lying here like a useless person like now.

However, the imperial physician looked helpless in response to his request.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

The imperial physician nervously explained to Nanqi.

Whether the old emperor can recover to normal in his current condition is not something they can decide.

The old emperor’s own thoughts and destiny are very important.

To put it bluntly, they have placed their hopes on metaphysics.

At this moment, issues related to medical skills are no longer important.

Realizing the attitude of the imperial physician, Nan Qi could not help but grit his teeth. He turned around and glared at Nan Yanhui fiercely, but he still asked seriously: "My father was in good health when we met yesterday. Suddenly he had this problem. Is it..."

"The emperor must have accidentally fallen and hit his head, which led to this sad incident."

The imperial physician took over his question.

He made a sad expression and then explained it to him in detail.

Last night, when the old emperor was about to go to bed, he drove out all the guards and watchmen around him. He said that he wanted to spend some time with the dead woman and have some time alone with her, without anyone else around to disturb him.

The old emperor had done similar things before.

So this time, when they heard the order, they all left the palace obediently without any hesitation.

But when it was time to go to court the next morning, everyone found that the old emperor was still in his room and had not come out.

The personal bodyguard then took the initiative to go into the room to check the situation.

As a result, it was discovered that the old emperor was lying on the ground alone.

The back of his head hit the floor directly.

In a state of life and death.

To put it bluntly, everything that happened now was just an accident. It had nothing to do with anyone, it was just the old emperor's own fate.

Nanqi obviously had no way of accepting this answer.

He couldn't help but ask the doctor again, saying whether the old emperor had any toxins detected in his body? In short, his words were quite straightforward, implying whether someone was secretly poisoning him.

Unfortunately, this time the doubts were once again denied.

The imperial physician simply shook his head and said, "No toxins were detected in the emperor's body. We have already tested this at the first opportunity and there was no such reaction. So..."

It should have been just a simple accident.

It doesn't involve anyone else.

Once again, the same conclusion was reached as before.

But Nanqi clearly didn't want to accept it.

He continued to ask the imperial physician whether there was any toxin that could not be detected.

Unfortunately, the imperial physician's answer was quite firm.

Even if such a thing really existed, they didn't dare to say for sure, because such an answer would be like deliberately framing someone.

The Imperial Medical Service doesn’t do this kind of thing.

He also has no intention of getting involved in the disputes among the princes.

Nanqi never expected to suffer such a setback here. His mood seemed to be a little worse than before.

But no one spoiled him.

After explaining the old emperor's condition to all the princes, the imperial physician continued to busy himself with his own affairs.

The old emperor couldn't show much expression on his face.

The only difference is that his eyes were slightly wider, and basically no emotion or mood could be seen that he wanted to express.

Especially when he meets a son like Nanqi, who doesn't pay much attention to him.

The old emperor had struggled hard to express himself many times, but Nanqi didn't understand his meaning at all.

Seeing their performance, Nan Yanhui felt much more relieved.

I guess it’s just as Yan Feng said.

The messages the old emperor wanted to convey.

Until his death, his useless son would never notice anything.

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In fact, everyone knows that even if the old emperor suddenly passes away, they will definitely not be the new emperor.

Therefore, most of the princes who had no feelings for the old emperor just showed up and then left the emperor's bedroom one after another.

The same goes for Nan Yanhui.

The imperial physician had repeatedly informed Nan Qi of the situation. Even if he was dissatisfied, he had no way of pushing the problem onto Nan Yanhui.

So she could only glare at him fiercely when he left. Then she spat fiercely and said, "Nan Yanhui, you'd better pray that your father can survive. If anything happens to him and I get the position, I will never let you go easily!"

He would definitely not give a one-month investigation period.

Nanqi has thought it through.

If the day came when he ascended the throne, he would have Nan Yanhui executed by slow slicing during the coronation ceremony.

Let Nan Yanhui’s blood be used to celebrate his ascension to the throne.

Even if he had taken the position that he found a bit troublesome in advance, he would definitely not have any more complaints.

After coming out of the palace, Nan Yanhui returned to his palace as quickly as possible. When he entered the door, Yan Feng had already jumped to his side from the rooftop nearby.

That smiling look.

Nan Yan glanced back and he was sure that Yan Feng had definitely been with him when he entered the palace just now.

"What do you think? I told you don't need to worry about this matter, right?" Yan Feng asked him happily.

Nan Yanhui nodded.

I tried hard to suppress the doubts in my heart.

After taking Yan Feng back to the room and closing the door to block out the sight and sound from outside, Nan Yanhui slowly asked, "So...how did you do it? With the medicine I gave you before, the imperial physician should not have been able to detect the presence of toxins..."