A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Xiao Sizhe looked at Emperor Yuxuan's impatient look and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He thought to himself: "Since you are here to die, how can I let you wait until tomorrow!" His face was still expressionless, but his eyes became colder. He raised his chin slightly, revealing a trace of barely perceptible contempt.

Emperor Yuxuan pulled Xiao Sizhe and walked quickly towards the mourning hall. His steps were hurried all the way, as if something urgent was urging him.

Outside the mourning hall, the gray sky was so oppressive that it made people breathless. Several dead trees stretched out their bare branches, trembling slightly in the wind, as if telling of endless sorrow. The door of the mourning hall was half-closed, and the old wood exuded a rotten smell.

As we entered the mourning hall, we were overwhelmed by a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere. The white curtains fluttered gently in the wind, as if ghosts were dancing. The curtains were thin and light, and in the dim light, they looked hazy and pale. The candlelight flickered, illuminating everything around us.

In the center of the mourning hall, there is a huge black coffin, which is carved with complex and mysterious patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere. The coffin is surrounded by white chrysanthemums, and crystal dewdrops hang on the petals, as if crying for the deceased.

The ground was a cold stone slab, and there seemed to be traces of footprints left by people who had worshipped. In the corner, a few white candles were almost burned out, and the wax slowly flowed down and solidified into irregular shapes. There were some elegiac couplets hanging on the walls of the mourning hall. The black fonts were particularly eye-catching on the white paper, and every word seemed to express the thoughts and mourning for the deceased.

Emperor Yuxuan stood in this gloomy mourning hall, his anxious face looked even more uncertain under the candlelight. Eunuch Xiaoyi had already prepared paper and pen, standing respectfully aside. His figure seemed particularly small in this depressing environment, his face full of tension and expectation, his eyes occasionally glanced at Xiao Sizhe, secretly speculating in his heart what would happen next. His fingers tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, trembling slightly, as if he was also infected by the atmosphere of this mourning hall.

At the same time, the Imperial Master secretly went to the palace to meet his daughter Haogu. They were in Feiluan Palace, surrounded by the scent of incense. The walls of Feiluan Palace were hung with ancient scrolls, which looked particularly gloomy under the weak light.

The Imperial Master had a solemn expression, frowned, and said to his daughter in a low voice, "My dear, you must not let the Emperor get the secret of longevity. This matter is of great importance and must not be taken lightly."

Haogu nodded, her eyes firm, and responded, "Don't worry, father. I will do my best." Her hair fluttered gently in the dim light, as if adding a touch of tension to this tense conspiracy.

Elsewhere in the palace, the other concubines hurried into Concubine Hao's bedroom. Concubine Hao was sitting in front of her dressing table, deep in thought.

Her delicate face was reflected in the bronze mirror, and her eyes revealed a trace of worry. The concubines reported anxiously: "Sister, the emperor did not attend the court today, but went to the dead prince's mansion!" The good concubine frowned slightly, feeling uneasy in her heart.

She pondered for a moment and said to the other concubines, "Hurry, go to the imperial kitchen and prepare a large portion of the emperor's favorite braised pork chops for me." The concubines took the order and left, with a calculating gleam in the good concubine's eyes.

She thought secretly: "I must stop the emperor from obtaining the secret of immortality, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous." She bit her lip lightly and tapped her fingers on the dressing table, making a rhythmic sound.

It was almost noon, and the golden sunlight fell on the ground like fine silk threads, bringing a lazy warmth. Hao Fei sat in an extremely luxurious carriage, the body of which was carved with exquisite patterns and inlaid with dazzling gems, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Haofei's expression was full of anticipation and pride. She adjusted her dress from time to time, imagining the emperor's joy when he saw her and the braised pork chops.

Inside the carriage, the emperor's favorite braised pork chops were placed. The aroma seemed to tell of the concubine's devotion to the emperor. Each pork chop was bright red, exuding an attractive luster, and the rich aroma filled the entire carriage.

The carriage drove slowly towards Qi Tianxiaohan Mansion. The guards at the door saw the luxurious carriage coming from afar and couldn't help but wonder which official was coming to visit.

The wheels rolled, making a slight "gurgling" sound, and the horse's hooves stepped on the stone road, crisp and rhythmic. When the carriage stopped, the concubine, wearing an extremely gorgeous dress, stepped down gracefully from the carriage.

The dress was made of the finest silk, with exquisite embroidery, and every stitch and thread seemed to tell of the craftsman's exquisite skills. Under the sunlight, the dress sparkled with dazzling light, like a bright starry sky.

The concubine's hair was piled high, with various precious jewels and hair accessories inserted on it. It swayed gently with her movements, making crisp sounds. Her face was delicate, her makeup was gorgeous, her eyes were bright, and her chin was slightly raised, showing her nobility and arrogance.

The guards had never seen this woman before, and they thought she was some young lady who came to admire the majesty of the Qi Tian Xiaohan Mansion, so they blocked her way without hesitation.

Hao Fei's face darkened instantly, her eyebrows raised, and her eyes sparkled with anger. His lips trembled slightly, and he shouted angrily: "You bold dog slave! How dare you block my way? What crime should you be punished for!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, piercing the air like a sword. His eyes were filled with anger and majesty, as if they could freeze people instantly.

"Hurry up and report to the Emperor that his favorite concubine is here! Tell your master to carry me into the palace in a sedan chair carried by eight men!"

At this moment, a white fox suddenly walked out from the door. The fox's eyes were bright, like two shining gems.

Its hair was like snow, shining silver in the sunlight. The fox's ears were slightly erected, listening vigilantly to the movements around it. It shouted to the concubine, "The bad luck is coming, close the door!"

The guard at the gate panicked when he heard this and hurriedly slammed the door shut. The door was made of heavy solid wood and inlaid with copper nails, and it made a dull "bang" sound when it closed.

"Hey, hey..." The concubine was so angry that her face turned red, like a ripe apple. Her eyes were wide open, full of anger. She knocked hard on the door and shouted, "You bunch of dogs! You actually listened to a beast."

Her heart was filled with anger and resentment. As the emperor's favorite concubine, she was treated like this by these servants. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.