As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are good. Yan Song is in this state now. Seeing that Jiajing did not respond for a long time, Yan Song lowered his eyes and said to himself.
"Your Majesty, in the past twenty years that Wei Chen has served as the chief minister of the cabinet, he has used many people rightly and wrongly. Weichen only hopes that after Weichen's death, you can come forward to protect them!"
"In the "Spring and Autumn" on the desk, which Wei Chen often reads, there is a list drawn up by Wei Chen. The people on it are all the people Wei Chen has identified as being available, ahem!"
After Jiajing heard this, he immediately got up from his seat, came to the bookcase, and picked up the "Spring and Autumn" that Yan Song mentioned. As expected, there was a list of names in the book. Jiajing opened the list and saw it at a glance. Hu Zongxian’s name.
After Jiajing glanced through the list, he sat back down, turned his eyes to Yan Song, and spoke unhurriedly.
"Yan Song, you don't have to worry about this. I have already planned to transfer Hu Zongxian to the cabinet!"
"After all, before this, I promised him that when the Japanese pirates on the southeast coast are pacified, I will transfer him to serve in the cabinet. Now, it is time for me to fulfill my promise."
When Yan Song heard Jiajing's words, a look of shock appeared on his pale face. After coughing twice, he continued: "Ahem, it turns out that His Majesty had a plan for a long time. It seems that the minister is overly worried!"
After that, the room fell into silence, and neither the monarch nor the minister had the intention to speak.
In the end, Yan Song spoke up and broke the silence. At this moment, his eyes looked at Jiajing, full of pleading: "Your Majesty, before I die, I want to ask you for something!"
After Jiajing heard this, he was silent for a long time. After looking Yan Song up and down, he immediately responded: "Say it, as long as I can do it, I will promise you!"
Hearing this, Yan Song thought about it for a moment and then said: "Your Majesty, do you know that the only son of this humble minister is Yan Shifan!"
"Although he always causes trouble for Wei Chen on weekdays, no matter what, he is Wei Chen's blood relative, and Wei Chen is just such a son."
"After Wei Chen dies, those people will definitely be unable to hold back and attack him. He alone cannot defeat them!"
Although Yan Song did not make it clear, Jiajing understood that the people Yan Song was referring to were Xu Jie and the others.
When Yan Song said this, he coughed hard several times. In an instant, dark red blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. When Jiajing saw this, he quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of Yan Song's mouth.
"Your Majesty, Wei... Weichen wants you, you take action... to protect Yan Shifan for Weichen, even if he is no longer an official, cough!"
Yan Song managed to finish saying this, and his face became even paler. Seeing this, Jiajing quickly helped Yan Song up and responded.
"Well, I promise you, I will take action to protect Yan Shifan!"
When Jiajing said this, he looked directly into Yan Song's eyes and said in a deep voice.
"Yan Song, do you still remember the promise I made when I asked you to stand up and propose cutting the clan's expenses?"
When Yan Song heard this, the look in his eyes flickered. After a long time, he reluctantly responded.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I don't remember!"
When Jiajing heard this, he withdrew his gaze from Yan Song and said word by word: "As long as I am still the emperor, those people will not be able to touch you. I am your backstage. This sentence also applies to now!"
After Yan Song heard this, a look of relief appeared on his face, and he immediately took a strong breath and spoke intermittently.
"Wei... Weichen's status today all depends on Your Majesty... Your Majesty, it is... Weichen's greatest... greatest honor to be able to... serve His Majesty!"
"I bow to your majesty, long live my emperor!"
After Yan Song said these words, he spit out a mouthful of blood. After that, Yan Song's expression gradually weakened. Jiajing could see that Yan Song had reached the point where his fuel was exhausted.
Jiajing looked at Yan Song in front of him and asked abruptly: "Yan Song, if I give you another chance, would you like to start over and make up for the mistakes you made?"
At this moment, Yan Song's consciousness was gradually blurring, but when he heard Jiajing's words, he immediately reacted and responded with his remaining strength: "Ahem, reply to your majesty, Weichen thinks, I can't even dream of it." !”
When Yan Song said this, there was an expression of relief on his face, and he immediately spoke.
"It's just that Wei Chen seems to have no time!"
When Jiajing heard this, he looked at Yan Song, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, and said to himself, "Who said no?"
Immediately, Yan Song, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, felt that a pill entered his mouth. Then, his hand seemed to be picked up by someone, and an indescribable warmth flowed along the meridians throughout his body.
The body that had been tortured by illness for a long time was repaired at this moment. Not only that, some invisible injuries that were difficult to detect also disappeared. More importantly, Yan Song only felt that the pain from his chest completely disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, there was an indescribable sleepiness, and Yan Song fell into a deep sleep.
Seeing this, Jiajing immediately absorbed the scattered spiritual energy around him into his body, took his eyes away from Yan Song, and without stopping, turned and left the room where Yan Song was.
Outside the room, everyone saw Jiajing coming out of the room where Yan Song was, and they seemed to have a premonition of something and said to themselves.
"Your Majesty came out of the room where Mr. Yan Ge was. Presumably Mr. Yan Ge has also finished explaining his funeral arrangements!"
At this moment, Yan Shifan's face showed sadness, and he mustered up the courage to ask Jiajing.
"Your Majesty, my father..."
When Jiajing heard this, he turned his gaze to Yan Shifan, nodded slightly, and immediately spoke.
"It's okay now. After a while, Mr. Yan Ge will recover."
Jiajing's words undoubtedly caused an uproar.
Everyone present, especially the imperial doctors, were very aware of Yan Song's physical condition. In their opinion, Yan Song was already terminally ill, and there was no cure. It was only a matter of time before he died.
Immediately afterwards, a bold guess emerged in the minds of the imperial doctors: "Could it be that His Majesty was greatly stimulated by the death of Mr. Yan Ge and went crazy?"
However, everyone only dared to think in their hearts. If anyone dared to say it in person, it would not be too much to end up killing the Nine Clan!
Jiajing seemed to have figured out what everyone was thinking, and without making any excuses, he immediately turned his attention to the imperial doctors and gave instructions.
"In that case, you guys should go in and check on Mr. Yan Ge's situation to see if what I said is true!"
After hearing what Jiajing said, the imperial doctors immediately declined and said, "Your Majesty, that's not what we meant. We just think..."
At this moment, Doctor Li, who was silent on the side, stood up and said in a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, let Wei Chen go in and take a look!"
Hearing this, Jiajing cast an approving look at Dr. Li and ordered.
"Well, since they don't want to go, then it's up to you to go!"
"As you command, Your Majesty!"
After Taiyi Li responded, he immediately entered the room where Yan Song was sitting with steady steps.
The remaining imperial doctors couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw someone willing to come forward. Their eyes looking at Jiajing were full of sympathy.
"It seems that His Majesty is really frustrated and crazy!"
Not long after, Dr. Li's surprised voice was heard in the room: "How is this possible!"
(End of chapter)
