After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

When A Bao heard Pei Guichen's words, a bloody smell surged in his throat.

Pei Guichen quickly sheathed his sword, turned around, and staggered towards his supreme throne.

But after sitting on the imperial throne, Pei Guichen lowered his head to look at the old wrinkles on the back of his hand, and repeated it neurotically.

"I know that Abao is dead."

The white-haired Pei Guichen smiled softly, with tears in his eyes.

"I killed her with my own hands."

"But, I know your ability, Yuan Chenji." Pei Guichen changed the subject and stared at Yuan Chenji with a cold look, not allowing him to refuse every word.

"I want to see Po again."

A Bao saw a strange smile flash across Yuan Chen's silent face again.

Then, Yuan Chenji continued lightly, "Your Majesty, since ancient times, every dynasty has had some supreme rulers who have had some wishful thinking and wanted the Yuan family's secret technique to help them."

"but……"

Yuan Chenji, looking old and frail, put his hands behind his back, with an ambiguous meaning, and asked in return: "Fifty years ago, this old minister asked Your Majesty, do you want the world or the beauty?"

"Your Majesty, do you still remember your original choice?"

At this moment, Pei Guichen, Yuan Chenji, who were already in the picture, and A Bao, who was forced to stay in this scene, all three of them knew what was going on.

After Pei Guichen made his choice, Abao died.

A Bao looked at Pei Guichen who was sitting on the imperial throne. He trembled as he covered the jade seal on the imperial table.

The hall was plunged into deathly silence, and Pei Guichen was gloomy and cold, stroking the jade seal thoughtfully.

After a long silence -

A Bao heard Pei Guichen's cold answer word by word.

"I want the world."

Yuan Chenji shrugged innocently and actually smiled, with obvious sarcasm in his smile.

“You gain something, you lose something.”

"Your Majesty, you can't be too greedy."

Sitting on the dark gold imperial throne with nine dragons coiled around it, Pei Guichen seemed to be furious. He tightly grasped the silk handkerchief to cover his mouth and began to cough muffledly.

The cough was so violent that it seemed as if it was going to cough out all of Pei Guichen's internal organs.

Finally, when A Bao saw Pei Guichen unfold the brocade handkerchief, he actually coughed up a handkerchief full of blood.

Pei Guichen was used to seeing the blood on the handkerchief.

He closed the handkerchief and looked at Yuan Chenji in the hall again, murderous intent suddenly appearing in his cold eyes.

"I am the supreme ruler, and I am now the richest man in the world."

Having sat on the Supreme Emperor's throne for fifty years, even though Pei Guichen is now old and thin, his aura is still chilling.

"I order you, Yuan Chenji, to let me see her again!!"

"Otherwise, I will kill all nine clans of your Yuan clan!!"

Although A Bao was just watching, when she heard about the extermination of the nine clans, she became worried about Yuan Chenji.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Chenji remained fearless.

He was a thin old man, with his hands behind his back, walking slowly in the majestic and magnificent hall for a long time before he asked, "Your Majesty, are you willing to pay any price to see Empress Xuanyuan again?"

Pei Guichen coughed violently again. This time, he didn't have time to use the handkerchief and his hands were covered in blood.

A Bao saw blood oozing from the corner of his lips and was in great pain.

She thought coldly, Pei Guichen would never agree to see her at any cost.

But Pei Guichen endured the bloody smell in his throat and said, "I am willing to pay."

Hearing this answer, Yuan Chenji's face once again showed a strange smile.

Yuan Chenji said quietly, "This old minister understands."

"This time, I pray that Your Majesty will never regret it again."

After Pei Guichen and Yuan Chenji had this confrontation and secret conversation, Pei Guichen dug out the small portrait he had drawn for Abao.

Pei Guichen hung the small portrait of Abao in his bedroom and burned incense and worshiped it day and night.

Ah Bao watched, thinking that she was just a bystander, but he saw a gust of wind coming from nowhere in the fragrant mist, swirling and picking up the fragrant mist, and bringing it to her in mid-air.

The scent of this fragrant mist is too similar to the Jiayu Lengxiang that Xiao Jingyue gave to Pei Guichen.

Po doesn't like it.

But the rolled-up fragrant mist just happened to wrap around her fingertips, slowly entangling her.

Ah Bao was just wondering when the fragrant mist suddenly became alive and grabbed her forward tightly, as if trying to drag her to Pei Guichen from her previous life.

A Bao was terrified and struggled violently.

But the fragrant mist suddenly became angry and strangled her neck tightly.

At that moment, Abao felt as if he was trapped in that lonely, cold and bone-chilling fragrant mist.

Just when she was about to suffocate, a familiar voice came from the depths of the fragrant mist.

"Abao?"

"Po, wake up!"

Abao was very familiar with that anxious whisper.

She remembered, that was the voice of Xuanyuan Fengran.