Uncle from a poor family

Chapter 132: Harsh Advice (Third update, please give me a monthly ticket)
In the Qianqing Palace.

Li Zisheng stood respectfully at the foot of the Danbi.

Zhu Jianshen was in good spirits today, his face was beaming with rosy glow. When Li Zisheng entered the palace, he was chatting and laughing with Tan Chang. It was also because the Imperial Hospital informed him that Concubine Wan's condition was improving rapidly. For him, the big stone hanging in his heart finally fell safely to the ground, and he felt much more relaxed.

"Li Qingjia, you said... you have deduced something again? What is that?" Zhu Jianshen couldn't help but become interested after hearing Li Zisheng's opening remarks.

Even Qin Chang, who was standing beside the dragon table, looked over there.

Li Zisheng lowered his head and said tremblingly: "Yes... yes, Your Majesty... Last night... out of concern, I once again calculated the heavenly secrets, but I didn't expect to get some... not-so-good omens."

Zhu Jianshen's face darkened immediately. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Zisheng for a long time before asking quietly, "You mean... there is another bad omen?"

Before Li Zisheng could answer, Qin Chang, who saw that the atmosphere was not right, smiled and joked: "Master Li, look at what you said. It's a good weather, a peaceful country, and a festive day for families to gather together. It can be said that everyone is celebrating. Even if there is a little omen, you shouldn't ruin the festive atmosphere at this time, right?"

What I mean is that you are such a tactless guy. The emperor rarely gets happy, but you come here to disturb his mood. Is this how a minister should behave?

Zhu Jianshen raised his hand to interrupt Tan Chang, stared at Li Zisheng, and asked, "Mr. Li, is the omen you mentioned related to Wan Shi?"

Li Zisheng did not answer immediately.

The pressure from the emperor was really too great!

With Li Zisheng's shrewdness, he naturally had to think it over first. Although Zhang Luan had already stated that Concubine Wan's time was approaching and even pointed out that she would die of illness around the tenth day, he still needed to weigh the pros and cons of whether to tell the emperor about this matter.

Because even if he was right, the emperor would not be grateful for it.

If it was said wrongly, it would cast a shadow on the emperor's trust.

But out of his desire to become a half-immortal and his pursuit of fame and fortune, Li Zisheng couldn't help but say, "Yes."

Now there was no sound at all in the Qianqing Palace.

Even Wei Tai, who was standing in a corner of the palace, couldn't help but push aside the curtain in front of him and look towards the dragon table, because everyone could feel a hint of solemnity in the air, and the emperor was showing signs of an outburst.

“If I choose not to report to Your Majesty because the information I have deduced does not suit Your Majesty’s wishes, it would be a dereliction of duty on my part, and even a crime of deceiving the emperor.

"I know that Your Majesty is a wise ruler who has always been willing to listen to honest advice, even if it is unpleasant to the ear. Moreover, the matter is of great importance, so I dare to report the results of my calculation truthfully."

Li Zisheng looked like a loyal and upright minister, leaning forward and speaking frankly.

Everyone present was wondering, what kind of "unpleasant but honest advice" is this?
Can even your nonsense prophecies be submitted as honest advice?

What a joke!
Zhu Jianshen's face flushed red. After a brief silence, he turned his head and shouted sternly, "Quickly call the people from the Imperial Hospital."

"His Majesty."

Qin Chang kindly reminded, "Didn't the people from the Imperial Hospital make a diagnosis yesterday? And now Madam Wan's health condition has indeed improved greatly... Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this matter cannot be faked."

Zhu Jianshen casually grabbed a few memorials on the table, threw them on the ground, and angrily shouted: "Go when I tell you to go, why are you talking so much nonsense? Go now!"

Qin Chang had a strange look on his face, but he could only lower his head and quickly walk out of the palace. The sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.

After Qin Chang left, Zhu Jianshen was still furious and glared at Li Zisheng again with his bloodshot eyes.

Li Zisheng didn't dare to look him in the eye, because he knew that what he said had touched the emperor's bottom line, and if he was not careful he would end up in an irreparable tragic situation.

"Mr. Li, I know that you have always been loyal, but you also know that I am in a good mood now. What you said before should have been well thought out, right?" Zhu Jianshen asked sinisterly.

Li Zisheng's heart skipped a beat, and he knelt down, banging his forehead against the ground. He cried, "Your Majesty, I know I have committed a grave sin, but fate has no power over us. I really don't want to delay treatment because of my over-optimism about Lady Wan's illness, which would cause irreparable regret."

"Ah."

Zhu Jianshen nodded slightly. "Yes, even if the people from the Imperial Hospital don't say anything, I have checked the classics before and know that liver disease is extremely dangerous and cannot be cured in a few days. Maybe there is some hidden story..."

When Li Zisheng heard this, he realized that the infatuated emperor in front of him was willing to do many things for his beloved woman.

The emperor has never been so attentive in state affairs.

Zhu Jian took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart, and continued to ask: "Besides this ominous sign, is there anything else?"

Li Zisheng was still kneeling on the ground, and he said respectfully: "I have calculated that there may be an evil fog on the ninth day of the first lunar month. This evil fog is directly related to Lady Wan's condition. If the evil fog does not occur, then Lady Wan may be able to...smoothly survive this disaster."

When Wei Tai, who was hiding in the shadows in a corner of the hall, heard this, he thought to himself, isn't this the trick that the charlatans in the market often use to deceive people?

First predict a seemingly ridiculous disaster, and then say it is closely related to something...

Of course, if the disaster had not occurred and Concubine Wan had recovered successfully, Li Zisheng would then say that this was actually the result of his calculations of heaven and even his proactive efforts to resolve the disaster.

Shouldn’t the next step be to set up a formation to exorcise the evil spirits?

Zhu Jianshen was very superstitious about Taoism, and asked like an ordinary citizen: "Then... Li Qing's family, how can we resolve this evil fog?"

Wei Tai felt that something was not good.

Your Majesty, you have been fooled!

If it were among the common people, the charlatans would start asking for money.

Of course, Li Zisheng was not so mean. He would certainly not mention the matter of money, but he would most likely say that as long as he presided over a fasting and prayer ceremony, the evil fog could be dispelled.

Wei Tai was anxious and wanted to rush to the dragon case to remind Zhu Jianshen, but he was worried that his voice was not as strong as Qin Chang's and he would be retaliated against...

I was calling out in my heart, Eunuch Tan, please come back quickly!
Why don't you just send a little eunuch to inform the people from the Imperial Hospital? You don't have to go there in person. Why do you stay outside for so long?
Li Zisheng's answer was beyond everyone's expectations: "Your Majesty, the power of heaven is unpredictable. I really have no idea what to do... I can only hope that on the ninth day of the lunar month, this evil fog of great significance will not occur."

After hearing this, Zhu Jianshen naturally became extremely anxious.

Not only are there strange phenomena coming from the sky, but there is also no way for human intervention to resolve them. Is everything just left to fate?
But for Wei Tai, he was stunned for a moment.

Why doesn't Li Zisheng play by the rules?
You just say that there might be evil fog on the ninth day of the lunar month, and then do nothing but kick your four legs and just stand there staring?
So what's the meaning of your prophecy?

Is it just to show your level?
Zhu Jianshen had already stood up anxiously at this time, pacing back and forth on the Danbi, feeling irritable and restless.

Wei Tai wanted to go over and persuade him, but he still didn't dare to step forward.

"Go out and urge them. Why haven't the people from the Imperial Hospital arrived yet? Is there no one guarding Anxi Palace? Where is Zhonglan? Didn't he swear that Wan Shi's illness is no longer serious?"

Zhu Jianshen just had a look of annoyance on his face before.

This time he was furious.

(End of this chapter)