Deep Palace Conspiracy: My son will sit on the dragon throne and I will be the queen mother

In the blink of an eye, March of Yangchun came. Under the careful care of Yuanpan Li, Emperor Yinde's dragon body recovered well, and his mental state returned to last year, even better than last year.

This is also due to Queen Su Qingyao. Every day Emperor Yinde came to Fengyi Palace to accompany Su Qingyao to finish breakfast. Su Qingyao would personally watch Emperor Yinde drink the soup, otherwise he would never let Emperor Yinde nourish his heart. The palace handles government affairs.

Emperor Yin De rarely saw such a domineering Su Qingyao. He occasionally joked with her, but still took the decoction well.

Seeing that Emperor Yinde's dragon was in good health, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

On this day, Su Qingyao invited Concubine Wen to come to Fengyi Palace for tea. In fact, she had important matters to discuss.

"Wen'er, our Xiaoze is already thirteen years old. It's time to choose a concubine." In front of Concubine Wen, Su Qingyao had nothing to hide and made her words clear.

The scene of Cheng Jue choosing his concubine was still vivid in Concubine Wen's mind, but in the blink of an eye, it was Chengze.

"Sister, this matter is not urgent. Ozawa is currently focusing on poetry and books. Even if he is asked to choose a concubine, he will not obey."

No one was waiting in the hall, and Xiao Xiazi was guarding outside the hall. Su Qingyao directly showed her cards, "I had the feeling the day His Majesty passed out. If an accident really happened one day, wouldn't it mean that the children's weddings would be delayed."

"Sister..." Concubine Wen didn't know how long she was stunned before she slowly uttered these two words.

Finally, I understood why Su Qingyao was so anxious to settle the marriage between Yun Shu and Zhang Mo. It turned out that she was thinking of going one step further.

Once the saint dies, the children will have to observe the state mourning for three years, and the wedding can only be postponed.

Even if Chengjue ascends the throne, he will not be able to establish a queen during the period of national mourning.

"Sister, do you want to marry next year?" Next year, Yun Shu and Du Wanzhi will also be old enough to get married.

But Chengze is afraid that he will have to find a princess who is older than him.

"I won't give him that long." Su Qingyao's eyes darkened, "I still have one last move, everything has been arranged, and I will personally see him off."

"Everyone can tell between Xiao Rui and Shi Qing, but after all, Xiao Ze is older than Xiao Rui, so I still want to settle Xiao Ze's marriage first."

Concubine Wen was very moved. She had seen how much Su Qingyao loved Chengze over the years.

But Concubine Wen had a different idea in this matter.

"Since it's a marriage, no matter who it is, it's the same. I think Jue'er is also willing to do it."

Just as he finished speaking, Xiao Xiazi stumbled in, "Queen, Concubine Wen, Your Majesty is vomiting blood. You two, please go and have a look."

Concubine Wen looked at Su Qingyao and smiled quietly, then took her hand and went to the Nourishing Heart Hall.

By the time Su Qingyao and Concubine Wen arrived, the Yangxin Hall was already in chaos.

All the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital were kneeling on the floor, with concubines guarding them outside. Only Cheng Jue, Gu Wenkang, Li Yuanpan and Li Fuhai were guarding the palace of Emperor Yinde.

When Su Qingyao entered in a panic, Judge Li had just finished asking for Ping'an's pulse. "Your Majesty got angry for a moment, which caused him to vomit blood and faint. I'm afraid he will have to recover for a while."

"Jue'er, what's going on?" Su Qingyao frowned and glanced at Cheng Jue.

Chengjue replied respectfully, "Father saw the memorial about the floods in the south and got angry, so..."

Floods in the south were something Su Qingyao did not expect.

Emperor Yinde has already vomited blood, and there is not much time left for Su Qingyao and Chengjue.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't give a memorial to Your Majesty at this time. Please punish the Queen and His Highness the Crown Prince." Gu Wenkang knelt down in regret. He and Emperor Yin De grew up together and have never met each other before. Emperor Yinde became angry and vomited so much blood.

"The Prime Minister is doing this for the country. No one would have thought that something like this would happen. If the Prime Minister wants to plead guilty, he should wait until Father wakes up to punish him." Cheng Jue stepped forward, helped Gu Wenkang up with both hands, and held him still. Sit on a chair to the side.

Gu Wenkang was moved in his heart. His Royal Highness's polite manner really resembled that of when His Majesty was still the Crown Prince.

"When will Your Majesty wake up?" Su Qingyao asked, and thoughtfully helped Emperor Yinde cover himself with a quilt.

"I don't dare to say anything, I'm afraid it won't be until noon tomorrow at the earliest." Li Yuanping said.

Everyone was worried. On the one hand, they were worried about Emperor Yin De's dragon body, and on the other hand, they were worried about tomorrow's morning court.

If the ministers knew that Emperor Yin De was in coma, they would probably target Cheng Jue.

But if they were kept secret, no one could tell if something unexpected happened to Emperor Yin De.

"I will guard your majesty tonight. You can go back first." Su Qingyao waved her hand, signaling Chengjue and Gu Wenkang to go back first.

Chengjue was also worried about Emperor Yin De, but there were more important things that he needed to do.

We must think of a complete solution tonight to deal with those old stubborns.

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and the ministers went to the Jinluan Hall to attend court as usual.

The time has come, but Emperor Yin De and Cheng Jue are still not seen. The ministers can't help but discuss, what happened?

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!" a young eunuch shouted.

"I bow to His Highness the Crown Prince. Your Highness the Crown Prince is a thousand years old."

Chengjue, wearing a bright yellow python robe, walked out of the side hall and walked directly to the center of the golden steps. "My lords, please rise."

The ministers thanked them and stood up, but Chengjue did not give them a chance to speak.

"My father is in poor health. All you have to do is submit a memorial today. Before that, I have something to discuss with you."

"The floods in the south are urgent. Sirs, do you have any good plans?"

After Cheng Jue finished speaking, several ministers did come out to give advice and suggestions.

"As the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness should share His Majesty's worries and go to the south to rescue refugees."

"Your Majesty is not in good health now. His Royal Highness should be in charge of the overall situation in the court. Why not send a minister or prince to the south to help the people."

These words were all spoken in favor of Cheng Jue, but in fact they were intended to put him in an unkind and unjust place.

"My father's dragon body is not in good condition. Without my father's will, I dare not leave without permission, let alone let others leave." Cheng Jue said confidently.

Although he did not directly reprimand the two officials, anyone could hear the dissatisfaction of His Royal Highness.

"But as the crown prince, I should take care of my father's worries, so I specially took out 20,000 taels of silver and sent it to the south by his entourage. Do you have any objections, sir?"

Chengjue only did what he should do. What could those ministers say, "I don't dare."

Chengjue nodded politely, but was suddenly stopped by someone, "Your Highness, stay here."

"Master, what's the matter?" Chengjue had just taken two steps when he saw Shangguan Xiaolin kneeling out and returned to his position.