Si Moli's heart froze. He wanted to say something, but at this moment, everything seemed to be trapped in a fog, giving people a sense of powerlessness that they couldn't tell the way forward.

After leaving, I couldn't leave the palace for several days.

The emperor was very ill and was lying in bed unable to walk at all. He spent a lot of time sleeping every day. When he was awake, he could occasionally give some instructions.

All the princes, princesses, and concubines took turns to wait in front of the palace and obey the emperor's instructions. Even the eighth prince was called later.

The ministers are worried every day and full of speculation about the future.

Now it was up to Si Moli to coordinate the overall situation. Those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos and make small moves were controlled as quickly as possible.

The position of the eunuch-in-chief who was once the emperor's side has now been taken over by the newcomer he brought.

The new chief eunuch will come to Si Moli every day to ask for instructions: "Your Majesty, the emperor wants to see you, are you free to go now?"

"I still have things to deal with, let's talk about it later." Si Moli rubbed his somewhat stuffy forehead, exhausted from dealing with it in many ways.

But what he was most worried about happened. The guard below came in with the shot homing pigeon: "Your Majesty, you are right. The spies lurking in the capital have begun to deliver news."

As the guard spoke, he took off the note tied to the pigeon's foot, opened it, and read clearly: The emperor is about to die, and the government is in turmoil. Don't miss the opportunity.

The coldness in Si Moli's eyes almost tore the note apart: "Has the person who leaked the news been caught?"

"According to your instructions, everything was under control, and all the relatives and friends around him were taken to the prison to cut off the possibility of spreading news to the outside world." The guard looked cautious, but he was filled with resentment in his heart: "According to the initial preliminary results of my subordinates,

After trial and judgment, this should be a spy from Dayue Kingdom!"

"You have done a good job. When the situation stabilizes, you will be rewarded based on your merits."

Si Moli thought carefully for a moment, and then ordered in a cold voice: "Don't relax in the past few days. All the suspicious persons in the past have been sent to keep an eye on them. If there is any strange movement, all will be controlled. If necessary, we would rather kill by mistake."

, don’t let it go, I will bear the consequences for you.”

"Yes, Your Majesty, my subordinates will definitely not disappoint Your Majesty's trust, let alone let these treasonous spies have any opportunity!" The guard knelt down solemnly and saluted, and then withdrew.

Nearly ten similar incidents occurred within two days.

In addition to carrier pigeons, there are endless ways to convey messages to the outside world. If Si Moli had not made arrangements in advance, I am afraid that the situation would have been difficult to control for a while.

In addition to people from Dayue Kingdom, there are also people from other countries who are spreading the news that the emperor is critically ill.

Everyone is not stupid, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that among the emperor's remaining sons, the seventh prince has no interest in government affairs and has made no achievements in this area; the eighth prince has a crippled leg, and although he has a reputation for intelligence, he is incapable of inheriting the throne;

The second prince is still young, and it is difficult for him to take on a big responsibility...

Now the huge Qianqi Kingdom has become a fat sheep, and many people want to take a bite of it.

Even though the seventh prince Si Chen ignored the government affairs, he could still analyze and understand the basic current situation as he grew up in the royal family. Naturally, he was worried about this: "Uncle, what are your plans?"

This question is vague, but it is actually an allusion to asking who should succeed the throne.

He saw Si Moli's hard work in the past few days. Seeing that Si Moli was silent at this moment, he took the initiative to suggest: "Uncle, although I don't know what my father means, I must come up with a charter as soon as possible.

It's better to leave it to Xiao Twelve and let Uncle Huang help you, or, Uncle Huang..."

He didn't dare to say this openly, but the expectation in his eyes revealed his thoughts.

When Si Moli heard this, a look of struggle flashed in his eyes.

In fact, it was not that he had not considered putting aside the grudges of the previous generation to support the twelfth prince.

But the recent discovery of so many spies from other countries who were ready to take action made him vigilant.

Dayue Kingdom is already watching with eager eyes, and it will make some noise from time to time. Now it is all supported by Xiao Jue and Old General Han. If they know that the throne is inherited by a young prince, they will inevitably have their thoughts.

What about other countries?

At that time, it is very likely to develop into a situation of internal and external troubles.

"Let me think about it again." Si Moli said softly.

Si Chen saw him looking in one direction, thinking that he was too tired, so he thought deeply, sighed, and quietly stepped back.

And what Si Moli was looking at was in the direction of Duke Shen's mansion.

As soon as tonight is over, Shen Qingyun has officially entered the period of filial piety.

Many of the scenarios he had thought about could not be realized now. Fortunately, the secret guard had already sent back the news that Lian Rufeng had cured Shen Qingyun's hand.

I think what the emperor gave was indeed the antidote.

At this moment, Shen Qingyun stood in Jianjia Courtyard, looking in the direction of the palace in trance.

She thought, it must be very difficult for Si Moli at this moment.

When Yi Cui and Zhu Zhen saw him, they both sighed.

"The young lady must be worried about the prince's safety," Pearl whispered, her eyes filled with distress.

Yi Cui looked worried: "Yeah, I don't know what the future will be like..."

For a little maid like her, such a big thing as the change of imperial power is as far away as the clouds in the sky.

She turned back and looked at the new clothes that had been made. It was a brocade dress embroidered with gardenia flowers. The yellow and green colors were cute and bright. The cuffs of the headbands also had dark patterns embroidered with gold thread, which gave it an air of sophistication.

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She and Pearl had thought earlier that the young lady had finally come out of her filial period, so she would definitely wear some bright clothes to get rid of her bad luck, and she would definitely make Prince Li look bright when the time came.

But now...

Yi Cui looked at the sky and realized that even for a woman like the young lady, her marriage may not go smoothly.

Even the sky has been dark these past few days, and it looks even darker at night. Thick clouds are pressing down, as if a heavy rain will fall at any time, but there is not even a drop of rain. On the contrary, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, making people feel breathless.

Can't help but feel angry.

By the early morning of the second day, it should have been bright by now, but now it was still gloomy and terrifying.

Shen Qingyun got up early, freshened up briefly, had breakfast, and then began to check the news from Tingfeng Pavilion.

She could not let go of Han Rou's illness in her heart, but the border was far away and it took a long time to go back and forth. Shen Qingyun could only wait quietly and sincerely pray that her mother would be safe and sound.

If the overall situation is settled, she still wants to go to the border in person, so that she can feel at ease after seeing Han Rou.

But the palace was still not peaceful.
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