The Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration Refuses the Usual Path

Chapter 594: The Arrogant Imperial Noble Consort Who Failed to Seize the Throne 6

You know what, it really was!

Although it was just a *tiny* bit unbelievable. Oh, no, it was far more than just unbelievable—a dead person coming back to life, and in the royal family at that!

Ah, this... this is a once-in-a-millennium marvel, something to be recorded in the historical annals!

Hearing the commotion coming from the inner chamber, the assembled ministers once again couldn't help but exchange glances.

Not far away, the official responsible for recording the daily life of the emperor was trembling so hard both his hands were shaking.

From the inner hall, the woman's characteristically spoiled and petulant complaints continued to ring out, interspersed with the man's somewhat feeble words of comfort...

Apart from that, the entire hall could be said to be utterly silent!

In fact, it wasn't just the crowd of imperial clan ministers in the outer hall. This shocking reversal had even left the group of princes and imperial consorts inside the inner hall—who were usually dignified and composed—stunned in place, their eyes wide as they stared blankly at their Imperial Father (His Majesty), who had just been "angered" back to life right before their eyes.

Ah, this... was His Majesty truly so unwilling to let go of the Imperial Noble Consort?

Even after closing his eyes, he had to get up from his deathbed.Then what about them? What did they count for?

Even the Crown Prince Xiao Ye, who was usually deep and inscrutable, never letting his joy or anger show on his face, couldn't help the corner of his mouth twitching for a moment when his gaze fell upon the two people on the bed.

True love, huh!

A love so strong it could anger the dead back to life, hah!

"Imperial Physician, how is Imperial Father's condition truly?"

In the room's silence, it was ultimately Crown Prince Xiao Ye who reacted first, speaking to the imperial physician beside him, whose eyes were also bulging wider than bronze bells.

As for An Ning, given her usual persona, she was too busy pulling on someone to lodge her complaint to remember anything else at the moment.

As his words fell, under the scorching gazes of countless people in the great hall, the elderly head physician first stroked his grizzled beard vigorously a couple of times before barely managing to speak.

"Ahem... His Majesty's condition just now was due to congealed blood in his chest blocking his heart meridian. This caused his breathing to gradually weaken, presenting a state of 'suspended animation.' In truth, he had not completely lost vitality.

The sudden emotional agitation just now, the extreme fury, caused his qi and blood to surge upward instead, allowing him to cough up the accumulated blood clots in his chest in time. This turned misfortune into blessing, allowing him to regain full consciousness..."

As his words fell, sure enough, they saw the plain handkerchief beside him was already stained with quite a bit of blood.

With the expulsion of these blood clots, although the Emperor's face was still pale, it no longer bore the ashen, deathly appearance from before.

Seeing this, the old physician nodded secretly to himself, growing even more certain of his own speculation, and began to expound at length.

"Although His Majesty's condition is rare, it is not without precedent. The 'Compendium of Strange Syndromes' once recorded..."

Perhaps because this case was truly uncommon, or perhaps because today's scene was simply too stimulating, for a moment, this Head of the Imperial Medical Bureau even forgot his usual habit of showing off his book learning. His explanation was remarkably simple and clear.

However, to everyone listening at this moment, it boiled down to just one phrase: "Emotional agitation, extreme fury, qi and blood surging upward!"

Ah. Inside the room, the consorts and princes couldn't help but glance at each other.

So, His Majesty really *was* angered back to life!

Finally, their gazes subconsciously drifted towards the culprit standing to the side.

This was truly...

She had been just one step away from becoming the Empress Dowager.

Not far away, the "culprit," Consort Shu, grew even paler. She stared blankly at her own hands, lost in who knows what thoughts.

It wasn't until the very end, after the excited Head Physician Zhang had finished frantically searching his mind for classical texts to verify and support his deductions, that he finally came to his senses. Looking at the Emperor still lying on the bed, his legs went weak. With a *thump*, he knelt down, stammering:

"Your Majesty, your subject is guilty! It is because my scholarship is insufficient that I misjudged, nearly harming Your Majesty's imperial body!"

As his words fell, instantly, a whole row of imperial physicians knelt behind him, each face as pale as paper.

Above them, Emperor Xuanming, who had finally regained his composure, merely waved his hand, clearly not intending to pursue the matter excessively.

If it were just one or two people, that would be one thing, but since all the physicians were the same, it could only mean this condition was extremely easy to misdiagnose. Besides, with so many people, he couldn't just have them all beheaded!

After going through that ordeal earlier, he now wished more than anyone to live well, to live long, and even longer...

His gaze, heavy and profound, paused on the people before his bed, especially on the Empress and Consort Shu at the front.

That single glance caused everyone's faces to abruptly pale.

After all, he was an emperor who had ruled for twenty years. Even though his face still bore traces of pallor and weakness at this moment, his imperial majesty remained intimidating.

Except for the figure in Xiangfei Color robes at his side, who was still red-eyed and muttering complaints in a low voice, in the blink of an eye, the space before the bed was filled with people kneeling in unison.

For a moment, the entire inner hall was frighteningly quiet. So quiet that they could faintly hear each other's breathing.

Stealing a glance at the Imperial Noble Consort above them, whose eyes were still rimmed with red, everyone's hearts secretly cried out in dismay.

Sure enough, the next moment, they heard the Emperor's voice, slightly hoarse yet enunciating each word clearly:

"Ahem... We have been unwell recently. We have troubled the Empress with managing the affairs of the inner palace. It would be best for you to rest well from now on."

Without the slightest hesitation, the Empress immediately accepted the decree.

"As for Consort Shu, for showing disrespect towards Us, she is demoted to Beauty. Effective immediately, she is confined to Yongle Palace and is not to leave without Our summons."

As these words fell, aside from the two parties involved, all the other consorts couldn't help but secretly heave a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, thank goodness. Out of respect for His Majesty who had just... passed, they had all restrained themselves earlier.

Also, earlier... His Majesty definitely heard, right? Right?

No wonder, he was angered back to life even from death! At this moment, everyone even secretly began to resent Consort Shu.

The final step... why couldn't she have just endured it a little longer?

To a certain extent, everyone's guess was indeed correct.

Yes, earlier, although Xiao Qi was unconscious, his consciousness was still somewhat present. Precisely because it was present, he was all the more furious. He was still right here, yet these people were already bullying his Yue'er like this.

What? That the Imperial Noble Consort was arrogant and domineering first?

Gently comforting his beloved consort who was "frightened" beside him, the habitually biased Xiao Qi didn't care in the slightest:

Isn't the Imperial Noble Consort's arrogance and domineering nature just her habit? Are these people meeting her for the first time or something?

It wasn't until everyone had completely withdrawn that they could still faintly hear the continuous stream of comforting words coming from the inner hall.

"Alright, alright, it's Our fault, it's all Our fault..."

Everyone: "..."

Even though they knew perfectly well in their hearts that the Emperor being alive was good for people like them, at this moment, the consorts still couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust:

Consort Shu, oh Consort Shu... no, Beauty now... why couldn't you have just endured it!