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

Upon hearing this, the young guard who had received Bai Cha's favor subconsciously considered Bai Cha's behalf.

"But the young master is so sad..."

"Young Master, are you really so cruel as to ignore the young master for so long?"

This time, Bai Zhe was silent for a long time.

After a long time, Luo Yan's patience was completely exhausted, but he heard Bai Zhe inexplicably mentioned his name.

"Luo Yan and Xiao Cha will get married before the New Year."

As the groom-to-be in this marriage, Luo Yan was completely confused.

The young guard who was equally puzzled asked: "Young Master, what do you mean?"

But Bai Zhe never answered this question.

Thinking of this, Luo Yan, who had come out of his memories, chuckled to himself.

"I thought you were really in love, but it was just a bait." But Luo Yan regretted it now: "So when the earthquake happened, I clearly saw you guys falling into the underground cave, but I thought that Bai Zhe was there, and Bai Cha would be fine. I gave up chasing you into the underground cave, it was that easy."

"But if you make a mistake, there is no possibility of recovery."

Not wanting to appear more embarrassed and ridiculous, Luo Yan looked at the hourglass on the woodworking table and made the excuse that it was getting late and it was time to set off and head to Yancheng first.

A Bao watched Luo Yan leave with disappointment, then turned around and unexpectedly bumped into Yan Haixi.

At this moment, the wind and snow stopped, so the tent was especially quiet.

It was so quiet that for a moment, she seemed to hear Yan Haixi's dull heartbeat.

The hood of his cloak blocked the dim candlelight, and his cold and unruly face was completely shrouded in shadow, making his sharp eyelashes look like ghostly crow feathers from the depths of hell in legend. "Little princess, I have something to tell you."

Hearing this, Abao was silent for a long time.

In fact, she could guess what it was about.

But he had come to the Purple Valley camp for a few days and finally brought it up. She pretended not to have noticed his hesitation and just said gently, "You talk, I'm listening."

When night fell, Wanwan heard his wife calling him.

"Pack up and prepare to return to the imperial capital."

It has been six days since the Zhenxi Army lined up at Qingtian Pass.

The right time she had been waiting for finally arrived.

"It's getting close to the end of the year, and the capital is really fun."

And the very next day, we left the Jingmo Ancient Road from Qingtian Pass.

The black-robed king went ahead to explore the way and stopped in the convoy to rest by the river. However, Wanwan was horrified to see his wife holding her bleeding abdomen and lifting the curtain of the carriage.

"Release the smoke as a warning!!"

Before he finished speaking, Wanwan looked on with a pale face as a knife was raised from behind his wife!

Puff! Blood gushed out! It was Yan Haixi who stabbed him in the back!

The next afternoon, in Yuan Mansion in the imperial capital.

An express letter arrived in the dead of winter in the snow.

"Sir! Three fast horses have died! They are sent urgently from Western Xinjiang!"

"A fight has really broken out at Qingtian Pass! Western Xinjiang is in chaos!!"

Half an hour later, at the Cining Buddhist Temple east of the imperial city.

The wooden fish was tapped lightly, and Concubine Li Jia put her hands together and bowed devoutly again and again.

"I hope the Bodhisattva will bless Xier and help him ascend to the throne of the Nine Five Supreme Being."

After he finished speaking, Prime Minister Yuan walked out quietly from the darkness.

Yuan Shoufu, who had rushed into the palace after receiving the news from Western Xinjiang, asked shrewdly, "Has Concubine Jia seen His Majesty in the past few days? Has His Majesty's condition improved?"

Hearing this, Concubine Li Jia stood up, took the hot towel handed to her by her trusted maid, wiped her hands, and walked towards the tea table and soft couch: "As soon as Princess Huimin entered the palace, His Majesty suddenly fell ill. Even when I held Xi'er and tried every means to ask for an audience, I was not allowed to enter the Yongle Palace."

Thinking of Lao Desheng's cold and indifferent rejection, Concubine Li Jia secretly hated him. "When Xi'er ascends the throne, the first person I will kill is that old eunuch."

Prime Minister Yuan frowned in displeasure at Concubine Li Jia's harsh words.

But now, as the biological mother of the Sixth Prince, Li Jiafei still has value. When the Sixth Prince ascends the throne, he will be the regent of the imperial court. The short-sighted Li Jiafei will just drink a cup of poisoned wine and settle the matter.

"Your Majesty has stopped attending court for many days since the princess entered the palace. I feel uneasy, so please confirm in person that the person in Yongle Palace..." Prime Minister Yuan reminded, "It's Your Majesty."

Li Jiafei was puzzled: "Everything is going smoothly, why is Prime Minister Yuan uneasy?"

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Yuan frowned and thought.

The old emperor issued three oral orders, ordering the Xueyin killer to travel to Jiangnan to kill King Fengran.

But those blood-hidden killers were defeated one after another.

And the killing-like King Feng Ran was not angered at all.

Even during this war in the Western Frontier, King Feng Ran's Northern Frontier cavalry remained as quiet as usual. Prime Minister Yuan felt that he had overlooked a very important matter.

In order to seize the throne, Concubine Li Jia naturally obeyed the advice of Prime Minister Yuan.

In the afternoon, Concubine Li Jia once again blocked the front of Yongle Palace with the Sixth Prince in her arms.

Lao Desheng was still respectful but indifferent: "Without the summons from His Majesty, I dare not let you into the palace."

Li Jiafei raised her hand and slapped Lao Desheng, holding up the Sixth Prince in the swaddling clothes, "I am holding the Sixth Prince that Your Majesty loves the most! He is also Your Majesty's only son! Father and son are connected by heart! Your Majesty has been ill for a long time, and the Sixth Prince has been crying day and night! Now, I only want to see Your Majesty and serve you medicine!"

"Eunuch Desheng blocked his way! What's the reason?!" Concubine Li Jia questioned and shouted, "Father and son are in heaven! The Sixth Prince must enter the palace today! I want to see who dares to stop him!!"

The imperial guards and palace maids in front of the Yongle Palace fell silent.

Lao Desheng, who was standing in front of the gate of the Vermilion Palace, was forced to retreat and had to endure the pain of the slap on the face and give way.

Concubine Li Jia walked forward arrogantly with the swaddling baby in her arms and pushed open the heavy door of the palace.

Turning through the layers of brocade screens, the strong bitter smell of medicine hit me in the face.

Concubine Li Jia, who was choking and covering her nose, watched as Lao Desheng lifted the curtain of the couch. At a glance, she saw that the person lying on the dragon couch was the old emperor who was sleeping with a weak breath.

"Your Majesty! Why are you so ill?!"

Concubine Li Jia immediately squeezed out tears and rushed to the side of the couch, crying in worry!