Brother Huang, he has been planning for a long time

"My subordinates looked at Madam Shangshu and felt something was wrong." In the imperial study room, Yuli said with an uneasy look on her face.

He Lanyan had no intention of caring about the Shangshufu family.

Ji Yao actually dared to poison Qing Chen. If the Queen Mother hadn't interceded, he would have uprooted the entire Shangshu family.

Do you still need to look at their faces?

"Just send someone to keep an eye on it." He Lanyan changed the topic and asked, "Youli, you have been checking medical books for several months. Is there any way to revive Qingchen?"

Youli shook her head, "I don't know what to do at the moment, but when I was studying medicine with my master, I heard about the insect poison technique of the Southern Jin Dynasty."

"The art of insect poison?" He Lanyan returned to China for a few years and had little contact with other countries' affairs, so he knew relatively little.

"Yes, there is a witch village in the Southern Jin Dynasty that specializes in raising hundreds of insects for a living. Their tribe can control hundreds of insects. Some insects can enter the human body and take lives, while some can absorb hundreds of poisons and save people. That’s why it is called the art of insect poison by the world.” Youli explained, then frowned and said: “Unfortunately, this is only something that my subordinates have heard about, and have not seen it with their own eyes, so I don’t know whether it is true or not.”

"Then send someone to the Southern Jin Kingdom to investigate." He Lanyan said, about to give an order.

At this time, Yin Chuan ran in panic from outside, "Your Majesty, something serious is going to happen."

"Why are you so nervous?" He Lanyan stood up, his nerves tense.

"The Suiyin Palace is in trouble!"

As soon as Yin Chuan finished speaking, He Lanyan immediately left the imperial study and rushed to Suiyin Hall.

Yin Chuan followed closely behind, "Your Majesty, the fire was too strong, and the little prince happened to be carried away by the queen mother. Huaisang, Aunt Liu and others were also with the queen mother. So the little prince is fine, but the empress..."

"Hurry up and put out the fire!" When He Lanyan rushed to the Suiyin Palace, the fire had spread to the entrance of the Suiyin Palace. Although a large number of servants and guards were mobilized to pour water on the fire to put it out, the fire remained unchanged.

"Qingchen!" He Lanyan was startled and wanted to rush into the Suiyin Palace, but was stopped by Jiang Ling and Yin Chuan who came over.

"Your Majesty, you must not do this."

"Your Majesty, the fire is too strong. If you go in, you won't be able to get out..."

"Go away, all of you, go away!" He Lanyan was about to push them away, but was stopped by the shadow guard beside him, "Go away, all of you!"

"Your Majesty, I forgive you for not obeying your orders. The fire is so big, I'm afraid the empress has already..." Jiang Ling tightly hugged He Lanyan's arm and refused to let go no matter what.

"Shut up!" He Lanyan's eyes were red with anger, and he wanted to use his inner strength to push them away, but found that several of them were holding him down, making him unable to move. He roared and cursed the nine tribes, and they Unmoved either.

What they saw before their eyes was fire and thick smoke rising into the sky, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke. The firelight reflected in He Lanyan's pupils and pinched his throat.

His innocence is still inside...

Do not……

"Yin Chuan Jiang Ling, let go of Gu!" He suddenly stopped struggling and his voice became inexplicably calm.

Yin Chuan and Jiang Ling looked at each other and did not dare to act rashly, "Your Majesty..."

The beams of the Suiyin Hall crashed down, sparking countless sparks, and the scene was immediately surrounded by smoke.

The firelight reflected on his handsome face, and He Lanyan felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away. He looked helplessly at the fire in front of him, unable to escape from the sadness.

His mind was filled with images of their first encounter.

……

——My son, seeing a letter is like seeing a person. Your mother’s heart is deeply attached to you. I hope that we, mother and son, can meet again soon.

There were only a few words in the letter. He Lanyan, who was sitting under the tree, crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the pond behind him that had not been taken care of for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a movement in the backyard. It wasn't loud, but it made him alert.

A cold smile appeared on his handsome face. Was the old emperor of Dongming Kingdom finally trying to trick him?

He stood up and walked to the backyard with his sword in hand.

The early autumn wind blew, and the unkempt cypress trees in the backyard swayed slightly, withered yellow leaves falling. Sitting on the dilapidated palace wall was a petite body, wearing a palace maid's uniform, and her black hair was ruffled by the breeze.

I saw her sitting on the high palace wall, and it seemed that she could not jump here or out.

Finally, when the little person stood up and was about to jump down, the tiles under her feet suddenly shattered, her little feet stumbled, and she immediately fell down awkwardly, landing on the ground in the backyard, seemingly unable to bear the pain.

Before she could react, He Lanyan immediately stepped forward and put his sword on her thin white neck, uttering a low and cold voice, "Who are you?"

When the little man on the ground saw this, he turned back to look at him regardless of his own pain...

The light breeze of early autumn blew by, blowing up the thin bangs on her forehead, driving the long black hair behind her. What was reflected in his pupils was a face carved with pink and jade, which looked extremely childish. Definitely not old enough to have haircuts. However, this childish little face was more outstanding than any other maid he had ever seen in the Dongming Palace...

A pair of watery eyes is full of a pool of tenderness and pity, a straight nose, a bright red mouth...

At this moment, her eyes fell on the sword in her hand, and there was a flash of panic in her watery eyes.

The so-called sight of a thousand years is nothing more than this.

He only felt his heart beating inexplicably faster, and it was just a glance. He designed her to come to Xihe Country, but he couldn't protect her properly.

He Lanyan's eyes were stung by the spreading fire, his heart was squeezed tightly, and his chest ached with pain.

Hot liquid overflowed from his eyes, and he knelt on the ground weakly, muttering: "If this is the case, it would be better to let you live freely in Dongming Country..."

"Your Majesty..." Yuli stood behind him, looking at his soulless body, frowning.

When she learned that the little princess would not wake up, Yuli did not even feel the decadent aura of the person in front of her.

This fire burned not the body of the little princess, but the soul of their majesty.

This fire started very strangely, and it only burned around the Suiyin Palace. After the fire was extinguished, the Suiyin Palace was reduced to a pile of ruins.

He Lanyan walked in the ruins in despair, with images of getting along with Yue Qingchen in his mind.

In my impression, after she came to Xiga Country, I never saw her smiling again.

He remembered that when he was in the cold palace, she would bring him meals, always with a lovely smile, like the warm sun in winter.

It was my own persistence that snuffed out this ray of sunshine.

It was him who killed her...

"Your Majesty, the ice soul is gone too." Yuli, who had been searching for a long time, suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" He Lanyan looked at Yuli in confusion.

After learning that Yue Qingchen was dead, his brain could no longer think properly, so he was stunned when he heard Yuli's words.