Chapter 122: This Prince Is a Little Sick [78]

But it's not helpful to think about it so much.

Ye Jin changed the text with both hands in his hands, walked to the side of the dragon bed and knelt straight to the emperor lying on the bed, his back was very straight.

Ye Jin lowered his head.

"I beg Your Majesty to take back your order! The minister is absolutely not up to this kind of great task! ”

Lying on the bed, the emperor's eyes widened, and he didn't seem to expect Ye Jin to refuse without hesitation.

Pointing at Ye Jin for a while, he didn't make the sound just now, he could only open his mouth, and he seemed to be completely speechless.

Ye Jin didn't care, he didn't care about this emperor anyway.

Outcome...... I saw the emperor pointing for a while, but his head was tilted, and his eyes were slowly closed.

The palace maid who had been watching next to her was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to probe the emperor's snort, and made sure that it was out of breath, so she reported it to the outside.

Then he sent another person who had been with the emperor before, and then asked him to run out quickly and explain the things that the emperor had explained to the ministers in the court.

So Ye Jin, who originally thought that he would change the person to Qi Yao when he went out, saw many ministers rushing over not long after he walked out.

Among them are him and Qi Yao's people, as well as those people of King Xuan, and there are also many royalists.

When they saw him, they rushed over, their faces full of seriousness.

made Ye Jin subconsciously feel bad.

Sure enough, as soon as I rushed in front of him, I was just like those modern reporters, just a microphone away from interviewing him.

"His Royal Highness! Should you give us some explanation? Why did you receive His Majesty's edict of succession? ”

This is a question from the royalists who are holding back their anger.

"Your Highness, have you really received the edict of succession?"

It came from those who were shocked but rejoiced in their hearts that they had long since been subsumed under their command.

"Your Royal Highness Pan Wang, are you threatening Your Majesty?! We will never admit a thief like you! ”

This is the person from King Xuan, who is full of anger and annoyance.

Ye Jin: ??? What are you all talking about?! Why can't I understand a word?! What edict of succession?! How do you know?

Ye Jin looked at these people who seemed to be about to cut him into pieces and swallow them in his belly, and took a step back quietly.

Endured those scorching gazes, Ye Jin pulled out a smile.

"These ...... Let's talk about it later! This king still has something to do, so let's go first. ”

Then he turned around, and before the ministers could react, they hurriedly ran.

Although the hurried pace is very inconsistent with his previous description, Ye Jin has no time to think too much at the moment, and it is only serious to run quickly!

Otherwise, you won't be able to run away later.

He hasn't even figured out what the situation is now, so what does he say?!

All he knew now was that someone must have said that he was designated as the next king.

And this person Ye Jin guessed that the clothes were likely to be the emperor's person, after all, he remembered ...... When he left, he seemed to see a eunuch who was often by the emperor's side hurrying away.

Ye Jin rubbed the tiredness between his eyebrows, and as soon as he left the palace gate, he met Qi Yao, who was supposed to be the next king.

Ye Jin: "......"

What should I say......

Fortunately, Qi Yao just glanced at him lightly, and then hurriedly approached the palace, looking very anxious, as if he was busy with something.

Maybe it's the emperor's business, after all, it's the aftermath or something, or let Qi Yao at least be the crown prince's presiding?

Ye Jin shook his head, and didn't want to think too much, so he raised his feet and hurriedly left, thinking about what to do next.

Ye Jin got into the carriage parked at the gate of the palace, let the groom take the carriage away, and then leaned aside to rest with his eyes closed.

It's a real headache, alas, and then I have to think about what to do.