Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 703 Not the result he wanted
"My lord is so kind. Even the emperor didn't regard him as his own uncle, yet he is still worried about the emperor's dragon body."

"This isn't kindness, it's clearly repaying grievances with kindness. The emperor tried every means to snatch the concubine away from the prince. Not only did the prince not blame him, but he also cared about the emperor's safety."

"Yes, the prince is really benevolent and righteous, and he is indeed the candidate for Mingjun."

Hearing this, Nangong twitched the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly explained: "Ministers are absurd, this king is not as good as you think, this king is just..."

"My lord, you don't need to be humble. Your subordinate officials have seen what you have done."

"That's right, the lord is high-minded and upright, he is really a role model for the lower officials."

"If you want me to say, only people like the prince are qualified to inherit the throne. The current emperor is simply not comparable to the prince."

Nangong Yiran: "..."

Damn, why did the more he explained, the bigger the misunderstanding?

He really wasn't worried about Nangong Yishu's life or death, he was just worried about being put on the throne himself.

How could he be so selfish and benevolent in the eyes of these ministers?

The little emperor is not dead yet, why are these ministers so eager to figure out how to help him to the throne?
Hey, this is wrong, this is not the result he wanted!
……

"Get out, get out of here!"

Before dawn, there was a shout of anger from the emperor's bedroom.

Several dancers were terrified by him and quickly exited the bedroom.

Seeing the backs of the dancers leaving, Nangong Yishu still couldn't calm down the anger in his heart.

For several days, he felt his lower body itching unbearably.

He didn't pay attention to it at first, but as time passed, the itchy place began to fester.

After he realized that something was wrong, he invited the imperial physician to come early this morning.

The results obtained were enough to surprise him.

When Liu Lu came in, he saw Nangong Yi pacing back and forth in front of the dragon case in a bookish manner.

He frowned, hesitated for a moment, then walked forward slowly, and gave a slight blessing to Nangong Yishu: "Your Majesty."

Hearing Liu Lu's voice, Nangong Yishu paused.

He turned his head to look at Liu Lu, grabbed a teacup on the dragon case, and threw it at Liu Lu's head.

Seeing the teacup flying towards him quickly, Liu Lu subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

But as soon as his thoughts moved, he suddenly stopped, and abruptly took the cup of tea with his head.

"Snapped!"

The teacup hit him on the head, and quickly fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

The hot tea splashed on the ground and the corner of his clothes, and white smoke kept rising.

Nangong Yishu saw a big swelling on Liu Lu's forehead immediately, he was slightly taken aback, and a trace of remorse flashed quickly.

However, in just a moment, the remorse in his heart was replaced by anger, and the eyes looking at Liu Lu were so angry that they seemed to spew fire.

"It's you, it's you who made me into what I am today!" Nangong Yishu stepped forward quickly, grabbing Liu Lu's lapel: "I tell you, if I die, you will live too!" No!"

Hearing this, Liu Lu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your Majesty, don't be angry. This servant knows that there is a way to save the Emperor."

As Liu Lu's voice fell, Nangong Yishu was stunned for a moment.

He quickly loosened Liu Lu's skirt, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)