173 His Majesty

A gust of wind suddenly blew in from outside the hall, and the wind hit Lin Yarong's back, like a few cold days, and there was cold in his bones.

I don't know how long it took for Your Majesty to speak: "How do you say this, madam?"

"Isn't all this arranged and controlled by Your Majesty in the back?"

The laughter couldn't help circling in the big hall, as if laughing at someone. But Lin Yarong didn't feel funny at all.

"Your Majesty, are you doing this for the prince or King An? Or..." She paused gently and said the following words together, "Your Majesty should be for the two charms in Sun Jingbang's hand."

It has been nearly 1,500 years since the founding of the imperial dynasty. In these long years, no emperor has ever had a military charm in his hand. No one will like this situation as the supreme ruler of the imperial dynasty. No one will like the feeling that he can't hold everything.

Sun Jingbang is the loyal guardian of the imperial dynasty, which can be seen from his many years of great achievements, but people will change. Who dares to say that Sun Jingbang will not change? Maybe Sun Jingbang will not change in his life and will not have other ideas about the imperial dynasty, but as the power of the imperial dynasty, he does not seem to want to take this risk.

Only the soldiers are in hand, and only the soldiers and horses of this imperial dynasty are in hand, it seems that some people can calm down.

Lin Yarong has said that all the changes she and Sun Jingbang have suffered over the past few days can't be controlled by anyone. Without great power, many things can't be arranged one by one in advance, or even lead her and Sun Jingbang to such a level step by step.

Thinking of this, the fog that had been blocking Lin Yarong's eyes had begun to recede, revealing its original face.

Lin Yarong couldn't help taking a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, why do you need this?"

Yes, why is this necessary?

Lin Yarong looked up and saw that Her Majesty's appearance was basically the same as when she entered the palace. Even after so many years, Her Majesty was still handsome and majestic, which made people afraid and wanted to get close.

"Actually, as long as your majesty says a word, Sun Jingbang must..."

"Yarong, I'm going to die!"

Your Majesty suddenly interrupted Lin Yarong's words.

Death?

What a strange and strange word this is. Lin Yarong's heart jumped and looked at your majesty.

"What...what did you say?"

A panic of her name suddenly rose from her heart, and her body couldn't help trembling.

"Ye Hongqi has treated the orphan, and the orphan... can live for another half a year at most."

- Impossible.

These three words repeatedly appeared in Lin Yarong's mind. She couldn't help shaking her head. It's impossible. How could this be possible? She thought that she knew all the truth, and all this was just a means to put her to death, put Sun Jingbang in a dilemma, and even pushed the prince and King An to a point where they could never turn back, and all this was nothing more than your majesty's power in his hands and then declared the emperor to the world. Supreme power.

However, His Majesty said he was going to die. Lin Yarong didn't believe it.

"Your Majesty, although Mr. Ye is good at medicine, it is inevitable that she will sometimes misread it. I... I know a friend whose medical skills are no worse than Mr. Ye's, maybe..."

"Yarong, what will you do after you go alone?"

Lin Yarong squeezed her mouth tightly. She didn't understand the meaning of Her Majesty's words. It seemed that she had forgotten something.

Your Majesty called Grandpa Zhou and moved a soft chair for her to sit down.

"Your Majesty." Lin Yarong has too many questions to ask, "Your Majesty, do you want King An to ascend the throne?"

On the way back to Beijing from Wanliguan, she has been thinking about this question these days, and at this time, she asked this question just because of her majesty's previous words.

"There are only two princes. No matter who ascends the throne, there seems to be no difference." Your Majesty's hoarse voice came.

Lin Yarong frowned slightly: "If your majesty doesn't want King An to take office, why?"

"What does madam mean?"

"If your majesty really wants the prince to ascend the throne, wouldn't it be better if the prince went on an expedition this time? His Japanese prince ascended the dragon throne to convince the people of the world.

"Actually, it doesn't matter."

"So what does Your Majesty think is important?"

Lin Yarong is puzzled. Is your majesty playing Tai Chi with her? Moreover, if you don't bother to pave the way for King An, why does Your Majesty have to do these things? Why did a dying person do these incredible things?

Is it...is your majesty crazy?

Lin Yarong didn't speak. She didn't know what to say at all.

All this is too hard to imagine.