"The Eighteenth Mother is so sad, no wonder the emperor is so angry."

Mrs. Chen personally added a handful of soothing incense, watched Chen Shao eat a bowl of tea soup, and sighed.

"I really didn't expect that this would happen."

Chen Shao reached out and pinched his eyebrows and hummed without saying anything.

"Then, Prince Ping was really struck by lightning..." Mrs. Chen asked again.

Chen Shao opened his eyes.

"Even I was almost hit." He said, recalling that moment, his heart shuddered again.

The power of God is truly terrifying.

This was the first time Mrs. Chen heard about this detail. She was immediately frightened and wanted to check it out and call a doctor.

"The imperial doctor in the palace has already seen her. It's fine." Chen Shao reassured her and prescribed medicine.

Mrs. Chen finally felt at ease.

"Emperor..." she hesitated and asked again.

Speaking of Emperor Chen Shao, his expression became serious again.

"Let's take a look and talk about it. This disease..." he said.

Not to mention that it is difficult to recover from this disease, even if it is cured, it will never be the same as before.

He thought about the emperor on the couch and the past, especially the high-spirited young king in the golden palace when he was young.

"I have heard about your family for a long time, and I am very happy to finally meet you today."

Moreover, the monarch and his ministers often forgot to eat when they were sitting together discussing the past and present, leaving the palace officials to complain behind their backs.

Chen Shao turned his head and saw his white hair emerging from the bronze mirror beside him. Then he thought about the emperor on the bed, how long had they grown old...

Chen Shao felt his throat was dry, so he raised his sleeves to cover himself and drank tea.

Mrs. Chen naturally noticed his strangeness and sighed.

"My dear, can she really not be able to cure it?" she said.

"I also want her to control King Ping." Chen Shao said, putting down his sleeves and smiling bitterly.

"Then how can it be cured? You really think she is a fairy." Mrs. Chen shook her head and scolded.

Chen Shao sighed when he thought about the funny look on the woman's face after listening to his words.

"I think Ping Wang's problem is not a disease, but an injury. Doesn't she also have magical skills for those external injuries? She can reattach the hands that were cut off, so I..." he said.

If you are in a hurry, seek medical treatment.

"Then your Majesty's illness is serious, and it is so dangerous at this time..." Mrs. Chen said hurriedly.

"It's dangerous." Chen Shao sighed, "It's dangerous, but she said she can't cure it."

"Really?" Mrs. Chen asked.

Chen Shao looked up at her. When Chen Shao looked at her, Mrs. Chen was a little embarrassed.

"I'm not doubting her... I just..." she said hurriedly.

"It's just human nature." Chen Shao nodded and said.

Yes, you have been able to do it in the past, but if you fail once, people will question and speculate. You have been able to help others in the past, but if you fail once, people will blame you and hate you. Human nature is like this, and there is nothing you can do about it.

Thinking about it, even I didn't dare to say as frankly as that woman that I couldn't cure it.

I really don't know if her master, who taught this woman so many skills, knew the dangers she would face if she walked alone in front of this person.

"Master, don't think too much." Mrs. Chen said, reaching out to support her, "Go and get some sleep, we have to go to the palace."

Now that the emperor is ill, his life and death are unknown, and he has no successors, it is conceivable that there will be great changes in the court. He must not let anything happen to him at this time.

Chen Shao nodded and got up and went inside.

Putting down the curtain and looking at her sleeping husband, Mrs. Chen sat down with a sad expression.

"Sure enough, it corresponds to the celestial phenomena." She murmured.

Lunar eclipse, great disaster, disorder.

Things in the imperial palace in the capital quickly dispersed with the four doors running wildly.

The carriage has been hitched for half a day, but Mr. Cheng has not yet come out. Mr. Cheng angrily tossed his sleeves and hurried inward.

"Should I leave or not? One moment I left in a hurry, as if I was rushing to reincarnate, and the next moment I was dawdling. What do you want to do? Do you want to go back to Jiangzhou or the capital?"

The second master Cheng cursed and pushed open the door. Sure enough, he saw that the first master Cheng was not even wearing clothes for traveling, and he was sitting reading a letter.

"Brother, what are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for the letter." Mr. Cheng murmured, seeming a little distracted.

Waiting for the letter?

What letter are you waiting for? Mr. Cheng Er asked angrily.

After waiting for the letter from the capital, he learned that the prince of Jin'an County had proposed marriage to Cheng Jiaoniang and that the emperor had approved it. Although Mr. Cheng hurried on, he was somewhat hesitant in his heart.

Maybe people in the capital haven't had time to write to them yet, or maybe the letter was delayed on the road...

Anyway, maybe the next letter will be sent, asking them to be transferred back to Beijing.

So he walked fast for a while, but couldn't help but slow down for a while, fearing that if he received a letter, he would be able to rush back to the capital as soon as possible.

At this moment the letter was finally received.

Master Cheng raised his head, and Master Cheng was startled.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" he asked.

Mr. Cheng's face was as white as snow, and his eyes were frightened.

King Ping died, and the emperor was unable to wake up from his illness.

What kind of forced marriage, what kind of threats from Prince Ping...

It’s all little things, it’s all little things….

"We will decide who to marry later. Now I ask my uncle to take my father with me and you return to Jiangzhou as soon as possible."

"It will be inconvenient to stay in the capital."

Mr. Cheng's hands began to tremble violently again.

So that’s it, that’s it.

Did she do this?

The thought flashed through his mind and Mr. Cheng almost choked.

No, no, if that were the case, he would not have received a letter now, but would have been surrounded by officers and soldiers.

That is, this woman has the power to reach the heavens and the earth and measure the ghosts and gods...

No matter what, we really can’t stay in the capital anymore. Go back to Jiangzhou as soon as possible. Go back to Jiangzhou as soon as possible.

Mr. Cheng jumped up suddenly.

"Go back to Jiangzhou quickly." he shouted.

The second master Cheng just lowered his head and came forward to check his face. Master Cheng suddenly jumped up and knocked him straight on the chin.

The second master Cheng screamed and fell back, and then he saw that the first master Cheng had already run out.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth and looked at the blood on his hand.

"..It's divided..."

Master Cheng Er shouted with teeth leaking.

As the Cheng family's people rushed out of the inn in a panic, someone rushed in in a panic.

"...Oh no, Prince Ping was struck to death by lightning...The emperor was also furious..."

These words were like a firecracker exploding in the snow, and the whole station became lively.

"….How is it possible…."

"….The news has spread…"

"...Prince Ping was struck to death by lightning? Then wasn't he struck by lightning from heaven?"

"...No, the court said it was an accident..."

"...How could this be an accident?"

"...It was an accident. It is said that the immortal disciple Mrs. Cheng wants to verify it herself and prove that it is really an accident. The thunder is an accident caused by people, not a punishment from heaven..."

"...Thunder is not a punishment from heaven? How is this possible!"

"...Ms. Cheng said she wanted to draw the thunder herself. If the thunder can be drawn by others, how can it be a punishment from heaven..."
To be continued...