Zhao Qinglan's immediate agreement made Zhao Xuanji feel uncomfortable as if his punch was full of power but hit an empty space.

Apart from the discomfort, there is more doubt and disbelief.

He looked at Zhao Qinglan carefully, trying to see any flaw or panic on his biological daughter's face, but all he saw was calmness.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Zhao Qinglan asked calmly.

After Zhao Xuanji considered his words, he replied: "I originally thought that the empress would ask me to go back on the grounds that it is not appropriate for the Holy One to recuperate from illness."

Zhao Qinglan looked at Zhao Xuanji deeply, as if he really believed it, and said: "The condition of the Holy Emperor's dragon body is already known to the world. It's hard to say how many days it can survive. There are some dispensable taboos.

It doesn’t matter.”

"What's more, both the Holy One and the Crown Prince have said that Mr. Zhao is the pillar of the imperial court and the country. It is inconvenient for others to see him. It is naturally convenient for Mr. Zhao. I believe that if the Holy One is sober, he will definitely be willing to reminisce with Mr. Zhao."

These words made people feel comfortable from head to toe, but Zhao Xuanji was noncommittal.

His eyebrows drooped and he said: "Then please ask the empress to open the palace gate."

No matter what Zhao Qinglan said or how he said it, Zhao Xuanji didn't care.

What he really cares about is whether the person lying on the dragon couch in the Qianqing Palace is Emperor Daxing, or in other words, whether he is the living Emperor Daxing or the dead Emperor Daxing.

Zhao Qinglan did not hesitate, let alone refuse, but told He Qiushi to open the palace door.

Zhao Xuanji stood at the door. As soon as the palace door opened, the strong fragrance of medicine hit his nostrils.

When people see the smell of medicine, most people at home drink medicine and need to boil herbal medicine every day to take it. This smell is generally not pleasant, and may even be pungent.

But when you go to the pharmacy, you will feel the aroma of medicine. That is because the pharmacy has been infiltrated with various medicinal materials all year round. Not only does it not smell bad, but it has a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

The Qianqing Palace has been incubated with the most precious and precious medicines for more than a year. The scent of the medicine has long been infected into the gaps in the walls. Now the palace door is opened, and the fresh air exchanges with the air inside.

Zhao Xuanji felt that the strong medicinal fragrance had almost turned into substance, making him feel dizzy.

Looking up into the palace, I saw that most of the furnishings that should have been removed from the small space. After all, with the current status of Emperor Daxing, there would be no need for furniture such as coffee tables and chairs.

In the palace, there were all the eunuchs and maids, but there was no imperial doctor.

Zhao Xuanji silently remembered this detail in his heart, and then walked quickly to the dragon bed.

The bed curtains were lowered, making it difficult to see clearly what was happening on the dragon bed. All one could see was a figure lying on it.

"emperor!"

Zhao Xuanji knelt down with a pop, and a cry of sorrow came out of his mouth. The end of his voice was choked and trembling, like a cuckoo crying for blood. Anyone who heard this affectionate call would shed tears.

"Since the Holy One fell ill, the veteran prayed for the Holy One every day and asked God to open his eyes every night. However, the Holy One not only failed to recover, but became more serious. Whenever I think about this, I always feel that the old minister's begging heart must not be pious enough and cannot be moved.

God!"
Chapter completed!