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Chapter 594 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 51

Yinzhen looked at her focused look, and a warm current surged in his heart. He held her little hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it gently, saying softly: "I will be back soon."

An Lingrong blushed, lowered her head, and said softly, "Your Highness, I respectfully send you off."

In the Golden Palace, civil and military officials shouted "Long live the emperor!" Yinzhen sat on the dragon throne, listening to the ministers' reports on government affairs.

His face was a little pale, and he was trying hard to stay alert, stroking his chest from time to time to hide the churning in his stomach. The morning court had just begun when the familiar feeling of nausea came over him, making him feel very uncomfortable.

Cold sweat oozed from Yinzhen's forehead. He pinched his palms tightly, trying to suppress the surging feeling of nausea.

He squeezed the armrests of the throne until they creaked and the joints turned white. The officials below sat upright and did not notice anything unusual about the emperor.

The words on the memorial began to twist and turn into wriggling worms. Yinzhen's breathing became more and more rapid, and it felt like a small beast was scratching his stomach frantically.

"Your Majesty," the voice of Minister of Revenue Li Wei echoed in the palace.

"This year's tax revenue in Jiangnan..."

"Ugh..." Yinzhen couldn't bear it any longer, he covered his mouth suddenly and retched.

The sudden change made the entire Golden Palace silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the dragon throne. Li Wei's voice stopped abruptly, and his face turned pale. He had never seen the emperor lose his composure like this, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

Su Peisheng skillfully handed the spittoon to Yinzhen, but Yinzhen just retched a few times and didn't spit out anything. His face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat slid down his temples, and he was shaky and looked like he would faint at any time.

The Golden Palace was completely silent. All the ministers held their breath, not daring to make a single sound.

Li Wei's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he felt uneasy. He had just reported the tax collection in Jiangnan, and the emperor suddenly lost his composure. Could it be that something big happened in Jiangnan that made the emperor so angry?

"Your Majesty...is your body feeling unwell?" Su Peisheng asked cautiously, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

Yinzhen waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, but he still covered his mouth, trying hard to suppress the churning in his stomach.

"Nothing...nothing," Yinzhen uttered two words with difficulty: "Continue...continue..."

He tried to stay awake and continue his morning court session, but the feeling of nausea became stronger and stronger, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

After the court session, the ministers gathered in groups of three or four, whispering to each other with different expressions on their faces.

"What's wrong with the emperor today? I've never seen him look so out of control." Minister of Rites Zhang Tingyu stroked his beard, brows furrowed.

"Yes, could something big have happened in Jiangnan? I just reported the taxation issue in Jiangnan, and the emperor..." Li Wei had a worried look on his face and spoke in a low voice.

"Shh! Be careful with your words!" The Minister of Personnel, Ortai, hurriedly stopped him.

"This matter is of great importance, please do not speculate."

The ministers nodded one after another, not daring to say anything more. The harem and the former dynasty were always linked together, and if you were not careful, you would end up in trouble.

In the Yangxin Palace, Yinzhen was leaning on the couch, his face still pale. Su Peisheng carefully brought a bowl of ginseng soup.

"Your Majesty, please drink a bowl of ginseng soup to nourish your body."

Yinzhen took the ginseng soup, took only one sip and put it down. His stomach was still churning and he had no appetite.

"I'm fine," he rubbed his temple.

"Just a little tired."

Seeing this, Su Peisheng didn't dare to say much and just stepped aside silently.

After Su Peisheng left, the Yangxin Palace was completely silent, with only Yinzhen's low cough occasionally breaking the dull atmosphere. He closed his eyes tiredly, rubbing his swollen and painful forehead, feeling very upset.

This damn pregnancy disease not only made him physically unwell, but also made him lose his dignity in front of the court officials.

But he felt more distressed for Rong'er. He was so sad just because of morning sickness, but Rong'er would have to carry the baby for ten months and go through the pain of childbirth. He was very worried...

Yinzhen closed his eyes and waved Su Peisheng away tiredly.

Su Peisheng came back with a memorial in his hand and a serious look on his face.

"Your Majesty, General Nian's memorial."

Yinzhen took the memorial, quickly glanced through it, and his face became increasingly gloomy.

Nian Gengyao actually dared to plead for Zhen Yuandao!

The evidence of Zhen Yuandao's corruption and bribery was irrefutable, and he had already ordered his dismissal and investigation. Nian Gengyao's move was clearly a challenge to the imperial power!

"This Nian Gengyao is getting more and more outrageous!" Yinzhen slammed the memorial on the table and said angrily.

Su Peisheng stood aside with his head down, not daring to breathe. He knew that the emperor was angry and no one could persuade him at this time.

Yinzhen paced back and forth in the hall, feeling very annoyed.

Yinzhen's anger burned in the Yangxin Palace, as if he wanted to burn all the furnishings in the palace. Nian Gengyao! How dare he! He actually dared to challenge his authority for a corrupt official! Has he forgotten who gave him his current power and position? !

The more Yinzhen thought about it, the angrier he became. His chest heaved violently, and the discomfort brought by pregnancy became worse. A wave of nausea rose in his throat, and he quickly covered his mouth and dry-heaved a few times.

Seeing this, Su Peisheng hurried forward and gently stroked his back, whispering to comfort him: "Your Majesty, calm down and take care of your health."

Yinzhen waved his hand, signaling him to leave. He needed to calm down and think carefully about how to deal with Nian Gengyao and Zhen Yuandao.

The war in the northwest was at a stalemate, and Nian Gengyao had a large army under his command, so he really couldn't be touched. Yinzhen threw the memorial aside irritably, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

But he couldn't swallow this! The evidence of Zhen Yuandao's corruption was irrefutable. If he didn't punish him severely, how could he explain it to the world? How could he live up to the name "Yongzheng"?

Yinzhen sat dejectedly on the dragon chair, rubbing his brows tiredly. The war in the northwest was tense, and Nian Gengyao had a large army under his command, so he had to be cautious.

Zhen Yuandao's matter was like a fishbone stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it, nor could he spit it out. It felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

"Issue an imperial decree to release Zhen Yuandao, remove him from all official positions, and never employ him again!" Yinzhen's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of suppressed anger.

Su Peisheng took the order and left. Silence returned to the Yangxin Palace. Yinzhen closed his eyes, and the worried look of An Lingrong emerged in his mind, making him even more upset.

In the evening, Yinzhen came to Yongshou Palace. An Lingrong was reclining on the couch with a book in her hand. When she saw him come in, she stood up quickly.

Yinzhen walked forward and gently embraced her in his arms.

"Rong'er, are you feeling better today?"

An Lingrong nodded gently: "I am much better now. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

The sweet fragrance of An Lingrong lingered on Yinzhen's nose, calming his restless mood a little. He took the warm pregnancy-preserving medicine from Su Peisheng, scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently to cool it, and brought it to An Lingrong's lips.