The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Outside the Emperor's bedroom, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

A group of ministers knelt on both sides, their faces solemn, their eyes fixed on the door of the bedroom, anxiously waiting.

Ming Yunqi, dressed in the gorgeous imperial robes, lay quietly on the couch, his eyes closed, his once heroic face now lifeless, his breath so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The founding emperor of Dayu, relying on his extraordinary bravery and outstanding strategy, single-handedly established this vast empire in the troubled times.

He has been on the throne for nearly five years. Although he has a tyrannical character and an arbitrary style of doing things, which often makes his subordinates tremble with fear,

But every decree issued by him has been tested by time and has demonstrated his wisdom, making everyone admire him in awe.

Who could have expected that such an emperor who was at the peak of his power and had the entire dynasty looking up to him would suddenly fall into a coma without any warning during a seemingly ordinary morning court session, causing the entire Dayu Dynasty to fall into great panic and anxiety.

Ming Yunqi was born into a miserable life and was an orphan since childhood. Without a father or a mother, he grew up alone in this cold world.

Perhaps it was his early experiences that made him indifferent to emotional matters, or perhaps it was because he devoted all his energy to the expansion of the dynasty and the governance of the country.

His harem was in name only and he had not had any concubines by his side for many years.

Because the emperor had been on the throne for more than five years but still refused to get married or take a concubine, and because of his terrifying tyrannical temperament, although the ministers were worried about the royal heirs, they could only bury their anxiety and advice deep in their hearts and did not dare to easily anger the emperor.

However, the foundation of a country lies in the inheritance of offspring, and this matter concerns the future of the Dayu Dynasty and cannot be shelved for long.

After countless careful advice and persuasion from the ministers, Ming Yunqi was annoyed and finally agreed reluctantly.

The Ming clan was asked to select young children from the clan to enter the palace. These children would receive a systematic and rigorous royal education and training, and the most suitable candidate would be selected from them in the future as the heir to the throne. This was the only way to barely stop the ministers from making endless persuasion.

But on the first day these children were sent to the palace, the Emperor's body suddenly showed signs of abnormality and he fell into a coma.

This sudden change made everyone suspicious. Could it be that someone with evil intentions secretly planned a conspiracy to murder the emperor in order to overthrow the Great Yu Dynasty?

Or is it that there is some kind of ominous disaster hidden among these children, and their inherent evil spirit has challenged the authority of Your Majesty as the Emperor?

But no matter what the truth behind this is, if the emperor remains unconscious, these children entering the palace will probably not be able to escape the fate of being taken out on by the emperor.

Inside the palace, Fu Ling's face was solemn. He slowly withdrew his hand from Ming Yunqi's wrist, his brows furrowed.

As a great witch of the Great Yu Dynasty, he has superb medical skills and profound spiritual power.

However, at this moment, he was unable to feel Ming Yunqi's pulse. If it weren't for the feather placed between the man's nose wing trembling slightly, proving that the emperor was indeed alive,

Fu Ling did not find any obvious external injuries on Ming Yunqi's body. He also used his spiritual power to explore his internal organs, but also did not detect anything unusual.

The black-robed man with white hair and a youthful face had his eyes lowered, his expression focused and solemn. He took out a round plate as warm as white jade from his long sleeves, and his slender fingers kept flying up and down in the air.

As his fingers danced, the white jade plate slowly floated in the air. At the same time, complex golden patterns magically appeared above the white jade plate, flickering with light.

As his spiritual power was consumed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on his smooth forehead.

Those golden lines flickered, as if they were about to lose their vitality and disappear into thin air.

At this critical moment, a dazzling red light suddenly appeared in the void and rushed straight into the golden lines that were about to disappear.

In an instant, under the powerful blessing of the red light, the golden light instantly glowed with a brighter brilliance, rushing straight to the dome of the palace, illuminating the entire inner hall with a golden light.

Fu Ling's eyes widened in astonishment, staring intently at the hexagram displayed on the hexagram, his face full of disbelief.

"Master Imperial Master, how is His Majesty?"

The emperor's personal eunuch Li Defu was watching Fu Ling nervously.

As the Great Shaman of the Great Yu Dynasty, Fu Ling usually does not participate in court affairs and practices in the Star-Picking Pavilion of the Imperial Palace all year round. However, the Emperor always trusts him.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Dayu Dynasty, Fu Ling, with his unfathomable witchcraft and accurate insight into people's hearts, skillfully assisted Ming Yunqi in calming the people's hearts, allowing those people who were originally suspicious and uneasy about the new dynasty to gradually let down their guard and willingly submit to the rule of Dayu.

It is also because of this that, in this unique context where the emperor and the great wizard rule the world together, although Fu Ling lives in seclusion, his position is extremely important.

He would only appear in public to accept the people's worship and admiration when the country held large-scale celebrations.

Ming Yunqi was quite satisfied with his low-key and tactful style of doing things.

But it is undeniable that Fu Ling, as a great wizard, does possess extraordinary skills and abilities that make people awed.

Hearing Li Defu's question, Fu Ling's expression changed slightly, and a bit of strangeness appeared on his face. He shook his head gently.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand again, and released a gentle spiritual power, injecting it into the white jade plate.

In an instant, the same strange scene appeared on the white jade plate again.

Because Li Defu was deeply concerned about the emperor's condition, his eyes never left Fu Ling from beginning to end, so he immediately noticed that something was wrong with Fu Ling's expression.

His heart sank suddenly, his face turned pale in an instant, his legs became weak uncontrollably, and he fell to his knees with a plop.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she cried out in grief: "Your Majesty! My Majesty!"

Fu Ling, who had just come back to his senses from the information in the hexagram, was startled by Li Defu's sudden wailing, and a feeling of helplessness suddenly surged in his heart.

He said with a dark face:

"Butler Li, the Emperor is fine." He was just cursed.

Li Defu's grief-stricken wails suddenly stopped, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat. His face turned red, and he looked quite funny.

He suddenly got up from the ground, rushed forward excitedly, grabbed Fu Ling's long sleeves tightly with both hands, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Master Imperial Master, are you telling the truth? Is His Majesty really alright?"

After saying this, he turned his head and looked at the handsome but unconscious emperor lying on the couch, a little worried: "Then why is your majesty still not awake?"

Fu Ling frowned, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and his gaze swept straight towards the sleeve that was pulled by Li Defu.

Did this old eunuch wipe his nose with this hand just now?

This robe cannot be kept.

Li Defu noticed the strange look from the Imperial Master and suddenly woke up. He realized that he had offended the Imperial Master in his panic because he was too worried about the Emperor.

An embarrassed look suddenly appeared on his face, and he quickly let go of Fu Ling's sleeve, then said with an apologetic smile:

"Master Imperial Master, please forgive me. I was so anxious that I lost my composure for a moment. Please forgive me, Master."

"Hmm!" Although Fu Ling was somewhat unhappy, he thought that he was the most trusted eunuch of the Emperor, who was usually quite respectful to him. Moreover, the Emperor was unconscious and needed people at that time, so he would not punish him for a robe.

So he nodded slightly, as if accepting Li Defu's apology.

"As for why Your Majesty is still not awake, I have no solution."

Hearing Fu Ling say this, Li Defu's face looked somewhat desperate.

"However, there is someone who can wake up His Majesty."

Fu Ling's tone suddenly became meaningful. He looked at the old eunuch deeply.

Li Defu was completely confused by his gaze.

Are you referring to me, Mr. Imperial Master? How could I have that ability?

"Master Li, please don't hide anything from me. The hexagram just now shows that there is a trace of the Emperor's bloodline still in the world. Only by bringing back the little prince can the Emperor wake up completely."

"General Manager Li has been taking care of His Majesty's daily life. He should know the little prince very well. If you want to save His Majesty, you should bring the little prince back as soon as possible!"

"Okay." Li Defu nodded subconsciously. However, when he gradually understood the meaning of Fu Ling's words, he immediately became a little confused.

Little Prince? Wait a minute! Where did the little prince come from?

In the past five years, he has been with His Majesty all the time and has never seen any female creature that can attract His Majesty's attention for more than a quarter of an hour.

In his opinion, His Majesty has no interest in women, so how could a little prince suddenly appear?