I insist

Chapter 237: The Emperor Falls Ill

"Alright, stop looking at those things and let's go!" Ming Taicheng said helplessly, thinking that Song Miqiu wanted to look at the acupuncture point chart again.

Song Miqiu didn't offer much explanation, after all, the emperor's life was the most important thing at the moment.

Halfway there.

Seeing Song Miqiu nervously clutching her medicine box, Ming Taicheng told her to relax, "His Majesty's health problems this time may be closely related to his own condition. When you go over there later, just take His Majesty's pulse the same way you usually do for everyone else."

Song Miqiu looked down at her toes and nodded slightly. Suddenly, she thought of something and looked up to ask, "How could the Emperor himself have a problem?"

Ming Taicheng wanted to say something, but then he thought that Song Miqiu didn't know about these things, so he explained to Song Miqiu in a low voice, "When the emperor was young, he had no self-control and pushed his body to its limits."

Upon hearing this, Song Miqiu was puzzled. She glanced at the eunuch in front of her and whispered, "Didn't you say before that the Emperor liked the Empress Dowager?"

“What does it matter whether the Emperor is chaste or not if he likes the Empress Dowager?” Ming Taicheng looked at Song Miqiu with a puzzled expression. “Since ancient times, emperors have been both fickle and passionate.”

"His Majesty is indeed amorous, but his favorite person is still the Empress Dowager. His feelings for the other concubines in the harem are just so-so. Besides, which emperor doesn't lust after beautiful women? In addition, the previous dynasty's requirement to have more children has led to his current poor health."

Upon hearing this, Song Miqiu pretended to be surprised and covered her mouth, clearly astonished by what Song Miqiu had said.

But deep down she hated the emperor. After seeing her father's corpse, she wished he would die quickly so he wouldn't have to come near her eyes again!

But Song Miqiu knew he could not express what was in his heart.

She looked at Ming Taicheng with great concern, her tone sincere, "If the Emperor continues to act without restraint, wouldn't he...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ming Taicheng covered his mouth. Song Miqiu looked at him in surprise, puzzled by his behavior, and asked in a muffled voice, "What are you doing?"

Ming Taicheng glanced at the eunuch, and seeing that the man wasn't paying attention to their direction, he breathed a sigh of relief. He glared at Song Miqiu and whispered a warning, "Aren't you afraid the eunuch will hear you? If he finds out and reports it to some powerful person, you'll be in big trouble!"

"What is the relationship between the Emperor and Empress Dowager I'm talking about, and other powerful figures?"

Ming Taicheng poked Song Miqiu's forehead hard with his finger, saying with disappointment, "After all, it concerns the face of the royal family. If you don't do something too bad, they might turn a blind eye."

Song Miqiu pursed her lips and nodded gently.

The eunuchs ahead urged them on, and she and Ming Taicheng dared not delay too much, so they quickly followed behind the eunuchs and arrived at the emperor's bedroom.

Before even entering, Song Miqiu could hear a cacophony of chatter inside, which gave her a headache. She couldn't fathom how much the Emperor could tolerate it.

Feeling a tap on her arm, Song Miqiu turned her head and saw Ming Taicheng give her a look. She instantly understood, slowed her pace, and walked behind Ming Taicheng.

After all, there were too many rules in the palace for Song Miqiu, and she was not familiar with the different personalities of the various concubines. It would certainly be bad if she offended them.

Song Miqiu knew this, and for someone like her who didn't understand palace affairs, following Ming Taicheng was the most practical thing to do.

She didn't want to die before she could avenge her father, at the hands of the assembled ladies.

Ming Taicheng went in first and gave a brief bow to the ladies.

Seeing this, Song Miqiu followed Ming Taicheng's example and bowed to the people with them. The Empress Dowager, who was standing not far away, hurriedly urged, "What are you two still standing there for! Come over here quickly and let the Emperor see what's wrong!"

At this point, Ming Taicheng did not let Song Miqiu go first, lest the previous mistakes be repeated.

Without Ming Taicheng's protection, Song Miqiu was exposed to the eyes of many concubines. While they were sizing up Song Miqiu, Song Miqiu was also sizing them up.

Looking at the room full of concubines, Song Miqiu didn't see any genuine concern for the emperor in their eyes. But thinking about it, it made sense, since some of them had been forced into the palace.

Ming Taicheng took her medicine box and used it. Song Miqiu placed her hands in front of her abdomen, moved her body back, and stood in a corner a little further away. All she could hear were the concubines talking in hushed tones.

Perhaps they hadn't noticed their arrival yet, because they didn't hold back much when they spoke, only paying attention to the distance between themselves and the other concubines.

The concubines were engrossed in their conversation when they caught sight of Song Miqiu appearing beside them out of the corner of their eye. This immediately silenced them, and their gazes kept darting towards Song Miqiu, presumably as they wondered if he had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

Song Miqiu immediately focused his gaze on Ming Taicheng and the Emperor, as if his eyes were constantly on them.

They stared at Song Miqiu for a while before looking away.

Soon, Song Miqiu noticed that the Empress Dowager was not at all shy in front of the Empress and the concubines. She stood directly next to Ming Taicheng, glanced at the Emperor with worry, and asked nervously, "Is Your Majesty alright?"

The Empress Dowager was slightly displeased at not receiving a response from Ming Taicheng, but seeing that he was carefully examining the Emperor's pulse, she didn't say much, only her brows were tightly furrowed.

Seeing this, Song Miqiu finally understood what it meant for distance to create beauty.

The Empress Dowager was outmaneuvered by the late Emperor. Although the Emperor missed her dearly, there was always a connection that prevented her from doing so.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that the Empress was actually quite beautiful, even comparable to the Empress Dowager, but she clearly noticed that the relationship between the Emperor and the Empress was not good.

Thinking of this, Song Miqiu subconsciously looked at the Empress and saw a cold glint flash in her eyes. It was fleeting, but Song Miqiu clearly caught it.

After taking the pulse, Ming Taicheng stood up and cupped his hands in greeting to the Empress Dowager and the others. "His Majesty is just suffering from a sudden attack of anger. He will recover after a few days of rest and medication."

Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager clasped her hands together, overjoyed, her eyes filled with delight.

The many concubines in the room were also overjoyed. Song Miqiu was among them, but she did not sense the joy of the Empress and the Crown Prince. She could feel that the mother and son were very dissatisfied with the result, as if they wanted the Emperor to die.

Thinking about this, Song Miqiu was very puzzled. What hatred did the Empress and the Crown Prince have for the Emperor? Why were they not happy at all when they learned that the Emperor was about to recover? Instead, they were very disappointed.