Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife

Chapter 915: Chapter 915: Posthumous Edict!

Long Yue pondered for a moment and said, "Your Majesty has taken medicine he shouldn’t have, which has scorched the yin energy. A person has both yin and yang energies, which balance and restrict each other. This medicine scorches yin energy, causing yin deficiency, making the body weaker, and... later, another medicine was added, causing the body to become numb..."

"What medicine is it?"

Long Yue hadn’t finished speaking when Qi Jingyu impatiently asked.

"A secret medicine from Beiliang, named Burning Flame, specifically scorches the lung yin. The human body is inherently interconnected, one prospers, all prosper; one is damaged, all are damaged. Lung yin deficiency gradually affects the other organs, ultimately leading to incurable death."

"No, no! Imperial Grandmother wouldn’t be so ruthless to use such medicine!"

"Your Imperial Grandmother wouldn’t, but she didn’t stop it," said Li Qingmu. "When I just came in, I saw your Imperial Grandmother exchanging glances with Princess Consort Qin. I think they were passing some message. Moreover, Empress Dowager Li seemed a bit angry, but after a while, she returned to normal."

Qi Jingyu was silent.

This explained well his Imperial Grandmother’s attitude.

She wouldn’t harm Qi Junlian, but upon knowing someone wanted to harm him, she chose to ignore it.

This attitude...

No wonder Qi Junlian felt cold-hearted.

"Jingyu...Father has no strength...to fight them anymore. In the future, it will depend on you...cough cough, remember, you must...listen to your Imperial Uncle..."

"Imperial Brother?"

Li Qingmu didn’t expect Qi Junlian to entrust Qi Jingyu to him. Father had already entrusted him with one responsibility, and now there’s another?

He felt speechless, but looking at Qi Junlian’s perilous state, he couldn’t refuse, for this was his elder brother.

"Xiao Mu, your brother knows this will make you...difficult, but...looking at the entire Dazhou...to trust, there is...only you...only you...can bear this responsibility, cough cough..."

Qi Junlian was struggling to speak; after a few words, he started a violent cough.

Li Qingmu hurriedly went over to gently pat his back.

Yet Qi Junlian reversely grasped him, saying, "Xiao Mu...I’m counting on you..."

"Imperial Brother, okay."

In a person’s dying moments, what can one do? He could only agree.

"Good, that’s good...that’s good, cough cough cough...Yu’er...go, go fetch paper and pen..."

"Father?"

Qi Jingyu was startled, wondering what Father wanted paper and pen for?

However, Li Qingmu immediately asked him to fetch them.

Only then did he understand; this is to write an imperial decree, or perhaps, a dying edict!

Watching Qi Junlian, painstakingly write down the dying edict, Qi Jingyu’s eyes turned red. Was his father resolving his worries?

In fact, he should be resting at this time, perhaps he could stay a little longer, but for him, he was willing to give up the last struggle!

"Imperial Aunt...please save Father!"

Qi Jingyu knelt before Long Yue, asking her to save Qi Junlian. Long Yue quickly helped him up, saying, "Jingyu, it’s not that Imperial Aunt is unwilling, it’s...Your Majesty’s condition is too dire. His body was already weak, and now, it’s like a lamp whose oil is exhausted."

"Imperial Aunt..."

Qi Jingyu looked up, tears overflowing, and Long Yue too felt somewhat unwilling, yet she could not help him.

"If you consider Your Majesty’s body as a frail old person, then the medicine is like a steamer, enveloping Your Majesty, the scorching heat gradually refining him, draining the water and oil within him, eventually turning into ashes..."

Long Yue knew this explanation was somewhat cruel, yet she had to say it, at least to let Qi Jingyu understand the true situation.

Sure enough, hearing this, Qi Jingyu’s eyes turned so red they were almost bleeding.

"Ah—Why, why? Why are they being so cruel to Father?!"

"Your Highness, please be cautious with your words; walls have ears!"

Li Qingmu was on one side helping Qi Junlian write the decree, while Qi Jingyu was on the other side roaring. He quickly stopped him.

The most important thing now is to ensure the smooth transition of imperial power, not to cause any accidents. His shouting, if heard by outsiders, would only hinder his ascension.

This is definitely not a wise move.

Qi Jingyu was in great grief, yet he was, after all, no ordinary person. After shouting these words, he soon calmed down.

A glimmer of hatred flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He came to Qi Junlian’s side to grind ink for him.

Then, watched him painfully write.

"Father, your child...your child will surely become a good emperor...Father, I don’t want to be an emperor, please get better!"

Qi Jingyu suddenly embraced Qi Junlian, bursting into tears.

"Cough cough...Father...is fine..."

Qi Junlian looked at his obedient son, then looked at Li Qingmu and nodded slightly, before handing over Qi Jingyu’s hand to Li Qingmu.

This was entrusting an orphan.

"Imperial Brother!"

Li Qingmu tightly grasped Qi Junlian’s hand, but he heard him say, "Imperial Brother knows, doing this places you in a difficult position, but...you are the only one who can be trusted, so..."

"Imperial Brother, don’t say anymore. I will definitely take good care of Jingyu. You should rest quickly! Yue’er?" he said, looking towards Long Yue.

Long Yue nodded slightly, "I can use the needle technique to delay Your Majesty’s aging and weakening, but this is not a permanent solution."

"To stay longer is longer."

"Your Majesty is now, every moment, as if being fried in an oil pan, extremely painful. My needle technique can only ensure a short-term relief of pain and boost energy, allowing him to hold on a bit longer."

"That’s good enough; this way I can explain some things clearly."

Are an emperor’s words in his dying moments important or not? Are they convincing?

And at this time, it is precisely when it can be seen which ministers are loyal and which have ulterior motives.

He looked at Li Qingmu, "Imperial Brother, I leave it to you."

Li Qingmu was skilled in martial arts and had Yulong Pavilion and the Silver Armor Guards at his side, which could absolutely ensure a smooth transition of the throne, as long as he acted; Empress Dowager Li and Princess Consort Qin would be powerlessly overwhelmed.

That was his thought, and even Li Qingmu also believed so, but then Long Yue suddenly said, "A Mu, this matter might not be that simple!"

"Huh, what do you mean?" Li Qingmu was startled, but then his expression changed, "You just said, Your Majesty was poisoned with Beiliang’s secret medicine?"

"Yes, a secret medicine that scorches lung yin. A Mu, don’t forget, you used to be the Beiliang Emperor! Additionally, the current Beiliang Emperor is your cousin, who you supported to the throne."

Li Qingmu’s pupils slightly shrunk, realizing this matter could possibly be linked to his head?

He couldn’t help but sneer, "Empress Dowager Li does this, has she not considered Father’s intentions?"

"Perhaps Father’s passivity has allowed Empress Dowager Li to become more and more unscrupulous, but I think Father surely has his deeper intentions?"

But why does this deeper intention require the sacrifice of Qi Junlian?

Isn’t this too unfair?

Long Yue felt a strange feeling in her heart, and Li Qingmu also found Father’s actions seemingly inappropriate; he couldn’t possibly be unaware, but why do nothing?

This Empress Dowager Li was truly acting recklessly!