The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 269: We may not share the same clothes in life, but we can share the same grave in death

The first thing Qin Hao said after waking up was: "Go, pass on my order to release the commander of the Imperial Guards, Lu Yi, from the Heavenly Prison, and order him to lead the Imperial Guards, control the Nine Gates, and prevent sudden changes."

"Yes!"

A shadow guard stepped forward to receive the order and left immediately.

"Master Feng, where am I?"

Elder Feng looked solemn and said softly, "Your Majesty, this is a secret room of the Shadow Guards. It is very safe. Guard Captain Luo has already blocked the news, and there will be no news leaking out."

Qin Hao glanced at Luo Yang who was guarding the bed, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

At this time, Guo Xuanxuan leaned over and asked softly, "Your Highness, are you feeling better?"

Qin Hao nodded slightly, and glanced at the women. He didn't see Wang Yourong and Zhu Qiqi, so he said softly, "Much better. By the way, why don't I see the Crown Princess and Zhu Qiqi and the others?"

Guo Xuanxuan looked at Master Feng, and after getting his tacit approval, she slowly said, "Sister Rong and the others are in the Crown Princess's bedroom to cover up your tracks. Sister Qiqi has gone to the military camp, and the other sisters also have their own missions. You can just focus on recuperating. As long as you recover, you can see whoever you want."

"A bunch of stupid women."

Qin Hao was in a good mood when he heard that these women of his were thinking about him. He sighed deeply, "You did a good job. By the way, how long have I been unconscious?"

"It's been more than half a day."

Elder Feng said in a deep voice, with a hint of worry in his voice, "Your Highness, you seem to have been poisoned."

"Poisoned?"

Qin Hao frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea in his chest. He asked weakly, "What kind of poison was it? Have you found out who did it?"

In his mind, his first reaction was the Su family, and his second reaction was the Dong family. Apart from them, he couldn't think of anyone else who would dare to do this.

Elder Feng frowned, shook his head and sighed, "Your Highness, this poison is quite strange, and it seems to have been lurking in your body for a long time."

"I suspect that someone has been poisoning you, Your Highness, for a long time. This is a chronic poison, colorless, odorless, and difficult to detect. This is my negligence, please punish me." He sighed self-reproachfully, his eyes full of guilt.

Qin Hao's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. Long-term poisoning? So, the person behind the scenes has been planning for a long time and has long wanted to kill me.

Suddenly, he coughed violently again, a mouthful of blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth, his face became even paler, and he was so weak that he seemed like he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

"..."

A chill enveloped everyone's heart, and each of their faces turned pale as the prince vomited blood again.

"What use are you imperial doctors to have, you bastard?"

Luo Yang was furious. He drew his long sword and was about to chop the three old imperial doctors with it.

The old imperial doctors were trembling with fear, like leaves in the wind, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, their voices filled with despair.

Guo Xuanxuan took a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of Qin Hao's mouth, and comforted him not to be angry.

Qin Hao frowned and said weakly: "Stop!"

"Come here, the three of you. I want to ask you, can this poison be cured?"

An imperial physician, with a white beard and cold sweat, said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, this poison... maybe... maybe there is an antidote."

"Tell the truth!"

Qin Hao's eyes were as big as copper bells, and a surge of anger rushed to his head, but the weakness caused by the poison in his body made his eyes go dark and he felt dizzy.

When the imperial doctors saw this, they were shocked and terrified, as if they were about to cry. If they couldn't cure the poison, they would die; if they could, they had no idea how to cure it, so the result would be death anyway.

They could only tell the truth, and said with great fear: "Your Highness, you have been poisoned for a long time. I am afraid that it will be difficult to remove it with ordinary methods."

"Unless... unless I know the exact composition of the chronic poison you have been poisoned with, this old minister may be able to prescribe the right medicine to cure the poison." The imperial physician's tone was still uncertain until the end.

Obviously, they were helpless and at a loss as to what to do.

Qin Hao tried hard to cheer himself up and slowly sat up with the help of Old Feng.

At this moment, he had already prepared for the worst, so he asked frankly: "Then you can speak frankly, if the poison cannot be cured, how much time do I have left?"

The three imperial doctors were pale as paper and trembling all over, as if they were under great pressure.

After a long while, they finally spoke with difficulty: "If there is no antidote, Your Highness may be in danger of death at any time."

"presumptuous!"

Old Feng was furious, like a sleeping lion that suddenly awakened. His surging momentum was enough to make ordinary people terrified and fall to their knees.

"Your Highness, spare my life!"

The three old imperial doctors were terrified and knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces. They had tried their best and had been diagnosing the prince for nearly a day, using all the methods they could think of, but the prince's condition still did not improve at all. It was really beyond their control.

Qin Hao heard their screams but turned a deaf ear to them. Suddenly he remembered a method used in his previous life to deal with chronic poisons: blood transfusion. A glimmer of hope suddenly arose in his heart.

However, for this era, there is definitely no such advanced technology. Even if Qin Hao told these old imperial doctors, they probably wouldn't understand. However, the biggest difficulty still lies in matching blood types and having the corresponding blood transfusion tools.

If he could move now, he might be able to direct the production of blood transfusion equipment and teach these old men how to match blood types, but now he can only think about it in his mind.

Qin Hao looked at Guo Xuanxuan, Li Mengyao and Xie Wanqing, three beautiful women, affectionately, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

He sighed deeply and said with deep affection: "Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. If God really wants to take my life, I have no complaints, but I feel ashamed of your kindness."

He paused and said solemnly: "Remember, if this king is really dying, you must all live well. This is my order to you."

Li Mengyao's voice trembled, and she choked up a little: "Your Highness, if anything happens to you, we sisters don't want to live alone in this world."

"Yes, yes, yes! Although we cannot live together, we can be buried together in death. This way, we will still be together, and Your Highness will not feel lonely." Xie Wanqing couldn't help shedding tears and echoed.

Guo Xuanxuan smiled and encouraged: "Your Highness, the only regret for us sisters now is that we have not been able to become your real women, so I order you to be strong and fight the disease to the end. We are all still looking forward to the day when you will marry us into your family."