Ming Wudao was about to go to the East Palace when he saw the people waiting in front of the emperor running over and said, "Your Majesty, the Emperor is sending you an urgent message."
Ming Wudao asked Ning Zeng and Ning Fu to go to the East Palace first. It seemed that the baby would not be born so soon, but the emperor would...
Ming Wudao had some ominous premonitions in his heart. The people in front of the emperor were nervous, and the emperor sent a message urgently, fearing that something had happened.
She followed the palace servants to the imperial study room, and saw the imperial guards standing outside the imperial study room, with solemn expressions and high security. Then she saw the palace servants wiping the blood on the stone steps, she frowned and quickly walked into the palace.
The emperor was half lying on the Arhat bed in the rest room on the west side of the royal study. His clothes were removed, revealing a pair of bloody legs. The imperial doctor was treating the wounds.
The emperor's expression was livid, the muscles on his face were trembling slightly, and he angrily scolded the imperial physician, "Be gentle."
As an emperor, he has been well protected over the years. Not to mention getting injured and bleeding, it is impossible for his hair to even hurt when he combs it. Pain is already too unfamiliar to him.
Ming Wudao went over and saw the injury on his knee. He should have fallen down, not been attacked.
"Your Majesty." Ming Wudao Fu Shen asked, "What's going on?"
The emperor stared at her with extremely sharp eyes, "Don't you know what's going on? Look at my dragon robe."
Eunuch Qing handed the removed dragon robe to Ming Wudao. Ming Wudao took it in his hand in surprise, turned it over, and saw blood stains on the dragon robe, and a piece of it was torn.
"Did it fall?" Ming Wudao handed the dragon robe to Eunuch Qing, "Take it and repair it."
"Repair? Do you want me to wear the repaired dragon robe?" The emperor asked coldly, which was completely different from his original attitude towards Ming Wudao.
Ming Wudao said: "If the emperor doesn't like it, just leave it alone."
A dragon robe cost a lot of money to make, and the embroidery was complicated. From design to embroidery, it had gone through the hands of more than a thousand people. For a suit like this, not even 20,000 taels of silver could be delivered to his hands.
Ming Wudao didn't say anything, and stood aside, watching the imperial doctor deal with the wounds. As a fortune teller, in response to these emergencies, it was a more acute matter. There was no need to calculate, she had already made a prediction in her mind.
It's not a very good hexagram, it's a disaster for everyone involved, but the emperor is definitely not the winner.
After the imperial doctor treated the injury, he was sent out, and everyone in the imperial study was cleared for a while. The emperor only left Ming Wudao talking in the study.
"I have something to ask you, please answer truthfully." The emperor looked at her, no longer the gentle man, but the emperor of Wei.
Mingwu Dao Fu Shen, "Your Majesty, may I ask."
The emperor slowly straightened his legs, his eyes were cold, "Does the prince have any intention of rebellion? Is the birth of the princess a gift from heaven? Tell me everything you know. What do you want? I can give it all to you.”
Ming Wudao sat down slowly and asked, "Your Majesty, answer me first, who told you this?"
The emperor pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, "Lin Tianqi, you know him."
Ming Wudao frowned, "Him? How can the emperor believe his words? Doesn't the emperor remember what he has done?"
Lin Tianqi was the former Imperial Preceptor. He was dismissed from the position of Imperial Preceptor and expelled from the capital for studying the art of winning.
The emperor actually believes what these people who are good at maneuvering and have ulterior motives say?
Or maybe the emperor came back specifically to find him?
"Don't you agree with his ability, sir?" At this moment, the emperor did not call her imperial concubine, but called her sir. In his heart, Ming Wudao was always Ming Wudao.
"A capable person may not necessarily have the right intentions. Everything he does is purposeful and extremely selfish."
"Who does things without purpose? Don't you, sir?" The emperor seemed impatient. "Just tell me whether the prince has the intention to rebel, and whether the birth of the prince is destiny."
