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

Dark clouds suddenly appeared and a strong wind blew.

The boundless Chuyue Sea was brewing a huge wave.

A Bao stared at Xiao Yunzheng in the wheelchair uncomfortably.

——King Xiao is dead.

Just four words, yet they carry a weight of a thousand pounds.

But the courage she had barely mustered had long since disappeared.

Po found it difficult to speak, so he tried to smile and pretend to be relaxed: "The storm is coming, let's go back to the ship."

However, Xiao Yunzheng knew that her smile was forced.

But since she didn't say anything, he didn't pursue the matter further.

In silence, a red firework in Po's hand rose into the sky.

But in a moment, the Dafulou ship came hurriedly.

Afterwards, well-trained naval soldiers escorted Abao and Xiao Yunzheng onto the ship, including Pei Guichen, who had just returned with a full pot of water.

Typhoon storms come very quickly.

Above the sea, thunders kept tearing apart the dark sky.

Yu Luo commanded the soldiers on the tower ship and sailed at full speed into the island where the river and the sea met.

As thunder rumbled, the sea became turbulent.

As soon as the ship came to a stop, heavy rain began to fall.

Po stood by the porthole at the bow, watching the roar of the mountains and the sea in the distance.

"This typhoon is more severe than in previous years." Yu Luo hurried forward to report: "Fortunately, King Feng Ran instructed me yesterday to be ready to sail into the Xingluo Island dock at any time and use the rhinoceros iron chains in the dock to lock the ship to the stone pier on the island shore."

Hearing this, Pei Guichen felt a little cold.

No wonder Xuanyuan Fengran was willing to let go of Abao and leave the ship alone.

The red fireworks and the Xingluo Dock at this moment meant that Xuanyuan Fengran had made all the necessary preparations to protect Abao and keep her safe.

That's why she remained calm when she heard that the typhoon and huge waves were approaching.

Thinking of this, Pei Guichen clenched his fists silently.

And Po glanced around Xingluo Island without leaving a trace.

The island is just as its name suggests, shaped like a giant old conch shell lying in the sea.

The dock where Xuanyuan Fengran arranged for them to take shelter from the storm was in the center of Xingluo Island, filled with cracks in the middle of strange-shaped old banyan trees.

At this moment, there was a raging storm outside the dock and huge waves were roaring.

The dock where the Dafulou ship was moored was exceptionally quiet.

Just like A Bao was in a dilemma, he could only push Xiao Yunzheng in the wheelchair back to the room.

There was a lot of luggage to carry back to the imperial capital. She helped pack his robes and organize his medicine bottles, but she accidentally saw the mutton-fat jade bracelet on his wrist.

On the opposite side of the suitcase cage, Xiao Yunzheng was also staring at it with a complicated look.

The thought of Xiao Yunzheng returning to the imperial capital and being caught off guard by the Xiao Palace filled with white lanterns, elegiac couplets, and white banners.

Also, there is the coffin containing King Xiao’s body.

A Bao felt sympathy and looked up apologetically: "Cousin Yun Zheng."

Xiao Yunzheng looked up along the smooth white jade bracelet on A Bao's fair wrist, as if he had noticed something.

The two looked at each other, and A Bao said sadly: "King Xiao died of illness."

Hearing this, Xiao Yunzheng's expression was blank for a long while.

Until he turned pale and slowly said hoarsely: "So at the beach, you hesitated and hesitated to speak because of something on your mind. It was because of this matter."

In his certain tone, he gradually became confused.

Po felt more and more uncomfortable and held his hand.

Suddenly, Xiao Yunzheng said hoarsely: "Abao, I don't have a father anymore."

Suddenly, tears rolled down, hitting the back of Abao's hand hotly.

A Bao tried to rub his cold hands to warm them up, but the next moment he was hugged tightly in his arms.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, stunned for a moment.

His voice was hoarse, like a mixture of blood and yellow sand, and he asked in a trance: "Abao. I obviously hated him, but he is dead, why am I so sad?"

Hearing this, A Bao was at a loss and had no idea how to comfort her.

After a long silence, she raised her hand and stroked his back soothingly, hoping that he would feel a little better.

The violent storm outside the Xingluo Island dock continued.

In the cabin guest room on the fourth floor, there was deathly silence.

At dinner time, Abao cooked some Poria cocos and pork bone porridge that can help calm the mind.

When Xiao Yunzheng fell into a deep sleep, A Bao tucked in the quilt for him and left the cabin.

When she turned around and went down to the cabin on the third floor, in guest room number three that once belonged to Shi Xi, Chu Wu was changing the bandages for the young man according to the method she had taught her.

"His wounds heal too slowly." Chu Wu worried.

Hearing this, A Bao lifted up the young Jiang Lan's inner garment which had not yet been fastened. Although his body was covered with wounds, including those from being stabbed by hidden weapons such as the rattan cage and scratched by coral reefs on the seabed, he also had bruises from old wounds from being whipped in the Prince of Pingyue's mansion many years ago.

But she used the hemostatic and healing plaster prepared by the old doctor Zhang.

Logically, it should have scabbed over long ago.

After thinking it over again and again, A Bao took out the golden needle from the embroidery bag and inserted it into the acupuncture point between the eyebrows of the young man Jiang Lan.

After a moment, she grabbed the young man Jiang Lan's left wrist.

Sure enough, Jiang Lan's pulse was irregular, rapid and floating like pearls.

This is indeed a pulse sign of severe poisoning.

And she had just seen this kind of pulse a few days ago.

That is Meng Guanjing.