Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable Chapter 1204 - 1114: Female Prime Minister 52

On the way back to the residence, the Great General’s mood remained in shock, astonished at the astonishing courage of this girl, Yin Shuangshuang, and even more so at her thods.

With a re wave of the hand, she stirred up turmoil, a maneuver even a Pri Minister of the nation could accomplish, truly making one fearful. The Great General couldn’t help but wonder, what a dreadful opponent she would be.

He rembered himself being stunned into silence for a long ti after hearing Yin Shuangshuang’s plan, then looking at her with a complex emotion, he sighed, "It’s truly a pity you’re not a man."

The Great General’s words were not ant to belittle won. From Yin Shuangshuang’s thods, he saw the ambition and aspirations no less than those of any man.

His words were rely a lant that if Yin Shuangshuang were a man, her ambitions and aspirations would be much easier to achieve, and the path would be much smoother. Unfortunately, being a woman, completing her aspirations would be all the more difficult.

But the seemingly frail girl only held the teacup, smiled lightly, and replied indifferently, "What of being a man? What of being a woman? Am I not here now, stirring this pool of storms and clouds?"

Amidst her calm deanor was an arrogance that placed her above the common people, this blend of arrogance and composure commanding admiration unconsciously.

......

Inside the Palace, in the Emperor’s sleeping chamber, the sll of dicine was overwhelming, the palace servants were very busy, and over ten Imperial Physicians were sitting together, deliberating on a prescription for the Emperor.

Each Imperial Physician was haggard, looking as if they had been through a severe illness themselves, and indeed they couldn’t afford to be at ease.

The Emperor fell gravely ill, but suppressed the news from spreading. Only these dozen Imperial Physicians were treating the Emperor day and night, bearing imnse pressure. If they failed to cure him, they might lose their heads.

Under such enormous pressure, even in their dreams, these physicians were contemplating prescriptions for the Emperor. However, the atmosphere among them had recently beco much more relaxed because the Emperor showed signs of improvent.

Though the Emperor was still weak, the most dangerous phase had passed. Now, with just a few more days of dication, the illness would be almost cured.

What remained was to nourish the body that had been debilitated by the illness, but that was a task requiring slow, ticulous effort, not sothing that could be completed overnight.

At that mont, the Grand Steward Song Lianfeng entered and said to the Imperial Physicians, "Dear Imperial Physicians, the Emperor has awakened. Please go and diagnose him."

The Imperial Physicians promptly stood up and followed Song Lianfeng to see the Emperor.

Song Lianfeng was also very haggard; as the Emperor’s trusted Grand Steward, his honor and disgrace were tied to the Emperor. More than anyone, he did not wish for the Emperor to encounter any mishap and served him with utmost ticulousness, attending personally to everything.

The Emperor’s appearance wasn’t very haggard, just a bit pale and much thinner, leaning against the edge of the bed, though his spirits seed good.

The Imperial Physicians took turns to check the pulse, unanimously declaring that the Emperor was recovering well and was out of danger. Upon hearing this, the servants in the room, led by Song Lianfeng, knelt in unison: "We wish to congratulate Your Majesty on regaining health."

Faces full of genuine happiness surrounded them; they had stayed to serve when the Emperor was critically ill, knowing that if the Emperor were to die, they would surely face the sa fate. Now, the Emperor’s return to safety ant no such fate awaited them, thus the joy of survival was natural.

The Emperor was also very pleased, waving his hand, "You all served diligently while I was ill, you shall all be rewarded, and the Imperial Physicians shall have double rewards."

"Your Majesty, we thank you for your grace."

Having thanked for the rewards, the Imperial Physicians continued to study prescriptions to nourish the Emperor’s body, while the servants resud their duties.

Song Lianfeng stood by the Emperor’s side, ready to heed any command. The Emperor rubbed his forehead, having lain too long, his head slightly dizzy. Song Lianfeng imdiately stepped forward lovingly and massaged the Emperor’s head.

The Emperor’s expression relaxed a little, "During my serious illness, how did the court react?"

This question was directed at Song Lianfeng, who quickly bent his waist to reply, "To answer Your Majesty, the court has been relatively calm recently. Now that the Second Prince is no longer contending with the Eldest and Third Princes, keeping close to ho, the court officials are fighting less. As for the Eldest Prince..."

At this point, Song Lianfeng hesitated, prompting the Emperor’s brow to furrow deeply: "What’s with the Eldest Prince? Speak clearly and promptly."

"Yes, Your Majesty, the Eldest Prince has visited the Palace frequently as of late, each ti strongly requesting an audience to pay respects. I sense he’s sowhat suspicious about whether you’re ill.

However, the Eldest Prince hasn’t forcibly exposed this, urging the ministers to ask you to appoint him as the Prince Regent. So I wasn’t sure whether to tell you."

"There’s no need for such doubt. He must know I’m ill, and this is his probing. Knowing his father is sick, yet having no concern, only intent on probing.

Hmph! If I truly died, these rebellious sons would dare stage a farce of ignoring my corpse to fight for the throne! Cough, cough!"

The Emperor, montarily enraged, couldn’t help but cough, and Song Lianfeng quickly moved forward to ease the Emperor’s breath: "Oh dear! My Emperor! You’re still ill, can’t let such anger take a toll. Why must you be so heartbroken, I see those young Princes are still quite filial."

"For now, they may appear filial, but once grown, with ambitions and desires, they see not their father but only the throne beneath , and filial piety fades."

Perhaps due to illness, the Emperor, feeling fragile, lanted somberly.

"Fortunately, I’m recovering now, and whatever treacherous thoughts they harbor must be quashed back. If they dare extend their claws at a ti like this, I wouldn’t mind confining another Prince, for I haven’t hesitated to confine one before."

The Emperor’s lancholy appeared only montarily before his ruthless persona as the sovereign returned.

......

At Jingxi Camp, the Eldest Prince donned armor, repeatedly confirming with his informant: "Are you sure the Second Prince will act tonight?"

"Absolutely certain, Your Highness. I saw with my own eyes the Second Prince leading a large group, ard and ready, leaving for the Palace. Thus, I returned to report."

The Eldest Prince’s face was filled with excitent, yet he forced himself to remain calm, which twisted his entire expression.

Today, he would completely turn the tables; the Second Prince, his old adversary, would finally beco the stepping stone to his ascent.

He turned solemnly to his uncle and said, "Uncle, tonight we shall set things right with your help. Commander Fang is responsible for leading the Imperial Army to secure my father’s safety, but now that the Imperial Army has beco rebels, only your soldiers can defeat them and protect my father."