Zhao Ji's brows were tightly locked, and a pair of dragon eyes stared at Qin Hui deeply, even though there were all kinds of doubts in his heart, he was also limited by the situation in front of him.

There is no evidence, and it is difficult to shake this former important minister of the DPRK and the Central Committee based on speculation.

He waved his hand and asked Wen Boyuan to step back for the time being, Wen Boyuan's face changed slightly, but he didn't dare to say more, just bowed his head and respectfully stepped aside.

Sunlight shines through the delicate window lattice, dappled on Zhao Yingluo's pale as snow.

She lay on the bed, the wound on her left shoulder still aching, and the layers of bandages seemed to tell the thrill and tribulation she had experienced.

Zhao Yingluo opened her eyes slightly, and pain hit the wound, making her tremble unconsciously.

She gritted her teeth and tried to sit up, only to find that her left arm was no longer moving. Her heart sank, and a fear that had never been felt before came over her.

"Princess, you're awake." Chun Tao called softly, with deep concern in her tone.

The other palace maids looked at Zhao Yingluo's painful appearance, but they couldn't do anything, so they could only wait silently on the side.

Zhao Yingluo took a deep breath, trying to calm the fear in her heart.

She turned her head and saw the medical officer, Pan Yongshou, and several other healers gathered around her bedside, busily mixing medicinal herbs.

Their faces were full of solemnity and worry, as if they were extremely worried about her injury.

"Doctor Pan, how are my injuries?" Zhao Yingluo's voice was a little weak, but it was firm. She knew she had to stay awake to cope with the next treatment.

Pan Yongshou turned around and saw that Zhao Yingluo had woken up, with a slightly relieved look on his face.

He stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and said, "Rest assured, princess, the wound has been treated." It's just that the warhead is deep into the texture, and if it is removed, I am afraid that it will hurt the muscles and bones, so the ministers only dare to clean the wound and bandage it to stop the bleeding for the time being. ”

Zhao Yingluo's heart sank when she heard this, she knew that these medical officers were all famous doctors in the world, but she was not familiar with the treatment of gunshot wounds.

She clearly remembers that in modern medicine, the warhead must be removed, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to compose, knowing that she couldn't panic at this point, and that she had to deal with the situation calmly.

"Doctor Pan, I have something to say to you alone." She waved her hand and told everyone else to retreat, leaving Pan Yongshou alone.

Pan Yongshou was slightly stunned, he walked to Zhao Yingluo's bed, and said in a low voice: "What does the princess command?" ”

Zhao Yingluo looked at Pan Yongshou's eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Doctor Pan, the warhead in my wound must be removed." I know you may be worried about hurting my bones, but if you don't take out the warhead, this arm of mine will be useless. Do you understand what I mean? ”

Pan Yongshou raised his head in shock when he heard this, looking at Zhao Yingluo's firm and deep gaze.

He had never seen a woman so resolute and so calmly in the face of such a serious injury.

He took a deep breath, nodded solemnly, and said, "The minister understands." The princess can rest assured that the minister will do her best. With that, he turned around and began to prepare the tools and herbs needed to retrieve the warhead.

His movements were fast and skillful, as if he was fighting for every minute and every second of Zhao Yingluo's time.

Zhao Yingluo looked at Pan Yongshou's busy figure, and her heart settled down a little.

She knew that the next treatment would be extremely painful, but she was confident that she would be able to get through it. She gritted her teeth and was fully prepared.

At this time, the sun shone on her face through the window lattice, gilding her pale face with a faint layer of gold.

With the joint efforts of Pan Yongshou and other medical officers, the warhead was finally successfully removed.

Although the whole process was extremely painful, Zhao Yingluo always gritted her teeth and did not make a sound. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her face became paler, but she remained awake and determined.

Her tenacity and perseverance moved everyone present, as if they were silently praying for her strength and bravery.

Subsequently, Pan Yongshou carefully bandaged Zhao Yingluo's wound and prescribed several prescriptions to regulate his body.

He told the palace ladies to take care of the princess's diet and daily life carefully, and not to be negligent. Watching Zhao Yingluo gradually fall asleep peacefully, he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had put down a heavy stone.

This sudden assassination shrouded the entire palace in a haze.

Zhao Ji was extremely angry, ordered a thorough investigation of the clues of the matter, and vowed to find out the real culprit behind the scenes to seek justice for the princess.

Wen Boyuan took the order, he knew the seriousness of this matter, and he also understood the burden on his shoulders.

He vowed to handle this matter well and relieve the emperor's worries.

In the depths of the palace, in the vertical arch hall, Zhao Jigang sent Wen Boyuan and Zhao Zhen, the king of letters, to pursue the clues of the assassination with all his might, and the haze in his heart was still not dissipated.

He rubbed his temples tiredly, and was about to take a nap when he suddenly heard the shrill voice of the chamberlain: "Your Majesty, King Kang Zhao asks to see." ”

Zhao Ji was slightly stunned, then waved his hand and said, "Xuan him in." ”

After a while, King Kang Zhao was dressed in civilian clothes and walked steadily into the vertical arch hall.

With just the right smile on his face, he walked in front of Zhao Ji, saluted respectfully, and said loudly: "I've seen Daddy." ”

Zhao Ji glanced up at him, and asked in a flat tone, "What do you have to play?" ”

Zhao Gou raised his head slightly, looked at Zhao Ji calmly for a moment, and then lowered his head and said: "The imperial sister Yingluo was assassinated and injured in the palace, and her heart is very worried. I wonder how she is injured now? Is there a danger to your life? ”

Zhao Ji frowned when he heard this, and an indescribable irritability surged in his heart.

He sighed and said, "The medical officer is doing his best to treat him, and as for the outcome, he can only leave it to fate." ”

A look of disappointment flashed on Zhao Gouyan's face when he heard this, but it was fleeting.

He said softly: "Father, the emperor, the imperial sister, she has presided over the government for a long time, and she has won the trust of hundreds of officials. Now she was suddenly injured and unable to serve, but she was afraid that the government would fall into chaos. The sons dared to ask for help, and were willing to temporarily preside over the government on behalf of the imperial sister while she was recuperating from her injuries to stabilize the court situation. ”

Zhao Ji was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Zhao Gou to make such a request at this time.

He hesitated for a while in his heart, after all, it was not a trivial matter to let Zhao Gou replace Zhao Yingluo to preside over the government.

However, after thinking about it, her daughter Zhao Yingluo really needs to meditate and recuperate, and Zhao Gou, as his own son and the father of the current emperor Zhao Yang, does not seem to be impossible.

So Zhao Ji pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke: "Well, since you have this intention, then you will temporarily preside over the government on behalf of Yingluo." Just remember, you must uphold the public heart and be diligent in government affairs, and you must not disappoint the expectations of me and the officials. ”

Zhao Gou was overjoyed when he heard this, but he replied quietly on his face: "Daddy, don't worry, my son will definitely handle this matter." ”

Zhao Ji nodded and said, "That's very good." Go down and prepare, and tomorrow you will begin to take over the government. ”

Zhao Gou respectfully replied "yes", and then withdrew from the vertical arch hall.

The moment he walked out of the main hall, he looked up at the clear blue sky, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable pride in his heart.

He knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for for so many years had finally arrived.

Although he is only temporarily presiding over the government of Zhao Yingluo, as long as he can seize this opportunity to quickly clear Zhao Yingluo's power in the court, this power will naturally belong to him.