Luo Xi was startled and quickly responded: "Yes, yes."

Your Majesty, something is wrong with this situation. You should ask your royal doctor to take a look.

Slowly, the Fat Emperor found that his hands and feet were suddenly shaking, and he actually had goosebumps in such a warm palace.

I was sweating more and more, and even my tears couldn't be controlled.

He tried hard to stand up, but his whole body became weak and he fell to the ground with a bang. The numbness became more and more intense, as if thousands of ants were biting in his bones.

The jade floor, as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflected his twitching body and ferocious face.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, mixed with his tears and snot.

The fat emperor wanted to stand up, but he couldn't exert any strength. His body felt cold and hot at times.

Nalanlian, who had been watching coldly for a while, looked at him rolling on the ground. At this time, he was no longer a lofty emperor, but a fat insect being tortured.

He slowly walked over, squatted in front of the Fat Emperor, and asked, "Father, are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

"You, you... get out... get out..."

No matter how harsh the words came from the emperor's mouth at this time, they all seemed weak and weak.

Pretending not to hear, Nalan Yi continued: "Father, you look like you are really ill."

Being so embarrassed in front of the son of a bastard who looked down upon him, the Fat Emperor couldn't help but become angry and said angrily: "Get out! Come - come -"

When his chubby body hit the table and made a loud noise, the palace officials outside realized that something was going on inside and rushed in quickly.

When I saw the fat emperor's embarrassment, I was stunned and stood there helplessly. I didn't know if I should withdraw and pretend not to see him.

Nalan Yi looked at them and scolded: "What are you still doing? Help the emperor up quickly."

The palace attendants came to their senses and quickly helped the emperor up.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you okay?"

It was very difficult, and the Fat Emperor ordered: "Imperial doctor..."

The emperor suddenly became like this, and the palace people were so frightened that they lost their minds. After helping the fat emperor, they immediately ran out to find the imperial doctor.

Looking at the chaos of the palace people running in and out, only Nalan Yi stood there calmly and calmly.

When the palace was empty again, Nalan Yi walked up to the table next to the Fat Emperor, faced the Fat Emperor's angry gaze and said:

"Since my father wants my son to leave, I will leave for now. However, my father's illness may not be easy to cure even if the imperial doctor comes."

"...Evil...Evil son..." The emperor cursed weakly.

"But seeing that your father can still curse, I am a little relieved. By the way, my father prepared something for you before entering the palace. If the imperial doctor can't cure your illness, let's try

Let’s try this, Erchen.”

Nalan Yi took out a slender box from her sleeve as she spoke.

"Get out!" The fat emperor's eyes turned red, and he swept the box to the ground with all his strength. The lid was opened, and inside was a stick of incense that looked exactly like Roselle.

Nalan Yi always had a gentle smile, bowed to the emperor, and then Shi Shiran withdrew.

Staring closely at the incense on the ground, the fat emperor, who was well versed in conspiracies and intrigues, couldn't help but close his eyes. He vaguely understood in his heart that he had been plotted by the son of a **** who had always looked down on him.

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Chapter completed!