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

However, the illusion of the barrier reappeared, and Chu Yue’s various theatrics resumed.

She still had to ask King Xuan who the acrobat he was looking for was.

"Abao?" Xuanyuan Fengran suddenly called out in a hoarse voice.

A Bao suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Xuanyuan Fengran, only to find that his eyes were gloomy.

"What's the matter?" A Bao was puzzled.

Xuanyuan Fengran poured a cup of hot brown sugar ginger tea for Abao, and pushed the plate of taro sesame cakes on the tea table in front of her, and told her: "Wait for me here."

"Where is the emperor's uncle going?" A Bao was confused.

But Xuanyuan Fengran had already supported himself on the tea table and stood up silently.

She looked up at him blankly, and he pinched her cheek tenderly and reluctantly.

"I'll be back soon and explain it to you."

"Okay, then be careful."

The moment Xuanyuan Fengran turned around, A Bao somehow grabbed his hand.

"Don't get hurt. Don't get hurt. Don't get hurt."

She said it three times because she was uneasy, and suddenly, she tickled his palm coquettishly.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"My life is in your hands. If you don't allow me, I won't die."

After saying that, A Bao watched Xuanyuan Fengran's black-robed back as he turned and left.

She supported her cheek with one hand and tapped the tea table with the five fingers of the other hand, thinking secretly.

Just now, Xuanyuan Fengran seemed to have been looking in the direction of the man in silver armor and white robe.

A quarter of an hour later, at the top floor of the Siling Tower in Laojie.

As if they had anticipated Xuanyuan Fengran's visit, a tea table was set up in the tower early.

A beautiful lady in a brocade dress and gauze on her face sat at one end of the tea table, looking in the direction of the spiral staircase of the stone tower.

When the footsteps of the person stopped, a calculating smile appeared on the lips of the beauty in the brocade skirt.

"Long time no see, King Feng Ran."

"I was hiding just now, but King Feng Ran was able to find me. I'm so touched."

"It's you, Lan Mi."

The snow-white sword light was cold, and Xuanyuan Fengran unsheathed the silver sword in his hand.

The next moment, the beautiful woman in brocade dress called Lan Mi lowered her eyes and stared at the sharp sword pointing at her throat, with a stiff smile on the corner of her lips.

But soon, Lan Mi returned to her lazy and fearless appearance.

"What? King Feng Ran is planning to kill me?"

As she spoke, Lan Mi's smile turned sinister: "I'm kindly reminding King Feng Ran. If I die in Yuezhou City in Daqi, it would be a declaration of war against the sixteen tribes of the barbarians."

"But your General Zhang Yu has been hiding in the northern border for a long time, just to guard against my barbarian spies." Lan Mi changed the subject and said complacently, "I think your Emperor Daqi has grown old, like a turtle, and is afraid to go to war."

As soon as these words were spoken, the sea breeze blew in from the tower window.

The corners of the black robe rustled, and the sword in his hand was raised in an arc like a blade, while Xuanyuan Fengran looked down from above and brought the tip of the sword close to Lan Mi's throat.

Blood beads seeped out and Lan Mi's face changed slightly.

"Yesterday, it was the illusion of the round building that injured Abao." Xuanyuan Fengran clenched the hilt of the sword, his voice low and cold, with murderous intent: "Is it your work?"

“Oh! I didn’t expect that King Feng Ran has always remembered my illusion!” Lan Mi laughed sarcastically, “It’s just that this illusion of the barrier that I have cultivated for many years was broken by the blood of Princess Xuanyuan. Speaking of which, isn’t King Feng Ran curious about what kind of monster Princess Xuanyuan is?”

He simply ignored Lan Mi's last words.

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes were cold: "What is your purpose in coming to Chuyue?"

"Come out and travel! Is that not possible?" Lan Mi said nonsense.

Despite being extremely angry, Xuanyuan Fengran was surprisingly calm.

The sharp-looking man in black robe looked straight at Lan Mi along the cold sword blade.

"I will ask you one last time, who ordered you to assassinate me in the round building?"

Upon hearing this, Lan Mi sneered.

"You care so much about Princess Xuanyuan?" Lan Mi then bluntly poked Xuanyuan Fengran in the sore spot, "Have you forgotten? It was Princess Xuanyuan's grandfather who killed your biological mother. Why do you still want to continue working for the Xuanyuan royal family?"

"What else? Working for the sixteen tribes of your barbarian tribe?"

Xuanyuan Fengran was not angry, he even laughed, and his laugh made Lan Mi shudder.

There was a subtle flash of self-mockery in his cold and cruel smile.

He has not forgotten the death of Queen Qin.

But as the old nanny said, he is an evil star and a source of disaster.

It was him who killed Queen Qin.

In fact, the day he left the cold palace, he learned the truth about why Queen Qin was deposed.

Queen Qin was pregnant, but Yuan Chenji, the imperial master of the Imperial Observatory, made a prophecy, claiming that the royal heir in Queen Qin's belly was a disaster star and would bring irreparable disaster to the empire.

Due to the concern of the Northern Liang Qin family, the late emperor gave Queen Qin a chance to make a decision.

You have to choose between the position of the empress and the baby in your belly.

Queen Qin chose the youngest child in her womb.

The late emperor fulfilled his promise and allowed Queen Qin to give birth to a son.

As for abandoning the infant baby in the cold palace?

That is another calculation.