At the thought of this, the emperor shivered with anger. However, the empress believed that he was shivering and couldn't even pick up a brush pen only due to his ill health. The empress tried to assist the emperor by dipping the brush in the ink and handing it over to him. The emperor looked at the empress and nodded, but accidentally, the scroll was stained by the ink. His hands shook uncontrollably.
"Somebody, go and fetch another empty scroll immediately," the empress ordered quickly, as she didn't want to wait any longer.
The emperor said with great frustration, "I didn't expect my body to be so useless... I can't even hold a brush pen."
"Your Majesty, please don't worry. You are just sick. Soon, you'll recover and everything will be fine then." The empress comforted the emperor with a smile. The latter was willing to write the edict to give up the throne, and this was something she and her son had been hoping for so long. She was more than willing to forgive the emperor for behaving so uselessly.
"Gloria, you are so sweet," the emperor said affectionately. "It's said that when a man falls sick, he can differentiate his foes from the ones who really care about him. Gloria, only you care about me and treat me well."
The empress smiled mildly, but she was overjoyed in her heart. The only reason she took care of the emperor in person was to pave the way for her son to ascend to the throne. Fortunately, the emperor was very aware of his own health and was willing to hand over the throne to her son. Otherwise, she would have already ordered people to kill him.
"Haven't Franklin and other officials arrived yet?" the emperor asked weakly as he lifted his eyelids and looked around slowly. It seemed he might pass out at any time. The empress was worried about it, so she tried to distract him by saying, "Almost! Almost! We have sent people to call them all. Franklin and others will be here at any moment. It seems that Matthew and Harper would be late. They went to the Holy Chant Temple to pray for you, but haven't returned yet."
The emperor was outraged. He had always wanted Matthew to be out of his sight, but now, when he needed him the most, he was absent!
A eunuch fetched a new blank scroll, and expecting that the emperor might stain it again, he even got a few more copies with him. Glancing at the eunuch who placed the scroll in his front, the emperor pretended to be composed, and then he slowly wrote. But just after he finished a few words, the scroll was stained by ink once again as his hand shook. The emperor seemed to be a little annoyed at his own carelessness and beat himself hard on the back of his hand.
"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter. You may change the scroll and rewrite once again." The empress replaced the scroll with another blank one. She held the pen in his hand and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. We have enough time."
The emperor was taken aback. He was worried that his small trick might get exposed, but suddenly he heard the eunuch's announcement. "Grand Secretary Franklin, Prince Allen and General Maxwell are here."
"Let them in," the emperor said coldly without putting down his pen.
As soon as the three of them came in, they immediately knelt down and kowtowed. "Long live, Your Majesties!"
"Arise," the emperor ordered. He then put down his pen quickly and said, "Maxwell, come here."
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