After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Xiao Yuji stood up and slowly walked to the map of Chu State hanging on the wall. His finger slowly moved along the winding border line, his eyes flashing with determination and ambition: "The world has been divided for a long time, and the people are eager for peace. It's time to end this chaotic situation and achieve true unification."

"Your Majesty, are you planning to use the Queen Mother's birthday banquet to gather all the princes in Yujing, and then catch them all in one fell swoop to completely eliminate the hidden dangers?" Sun Dehui asked in a low voice, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

Xiao Yuji laughed loudly, his laughter was both heroic and profound: "If this is really possible, it would be the best.

But my plan this time is not simply to eliminate dissidents, but to use the birthday banquet as an opportunity to intensify suspicion and contradictions between countries and pave the way for the unification of Chu. "

Upon hearing this, Sun Dehui lowered his head and asked no more questions.

He knew very well that if it were not for the deep friendship he had forged with His Majesty since childhood, he would have been beheaded long ago for interfering so deeply in state affairs as a eunuch.

After staring at the map for a long time, Xiao Yuji ordered in a deep voice: "Send the order to summon General Liu to the palace immediately. I have something important to discuss with you."

Sun Dehui accepted the order respectfully and slowly left the hall, each step seeming heavy and firm.

General Liu, the iron-blooded general who held the life and death of 300,000 soldiers of the Chu State in his hands, was urgently summoned after the emperor shouted the bold words of unifying the country. The intention behind this was self-evident, as if foreshadowing that this land would soon be shrouded in war again, and the peaceful days seemed to have come to an end.

Sun Dequan stood outside the magnificent palace gate, his eyes passing through the layers of eaves and reaching the cloudless, scorching sun.

Although the sun was blazing, it was no match for the slightest chill in the struggle for imperial power. He thought to himself: How could the whole world accommodate two supreme beings at the same time? The contest for power would eventually bring about a huge wave.

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Shen Bingning woke up slowly from her dream. The sunset outside the window was like an old man in his twilight years, gentle and desolate.

Qing'er, her personal maid, gently pushed open the carved wooden door, her footsteps as light as the spring breeze, "My lady, night is approaching, it's time for dinner, let me dress you up."

Shen Bingning stretched her body lazily, enjoying this rare tranquility and comfort.

In this deep palace, life seemed to be simplified into the most primitive cycle - eating and sleeping, plus there were people taking care of her. If it weren't for the constant shadow of the tyrant Xiao Yi, such days would be like those of an immortal.

She said softly, "The luncheon feast was too sumptuous, let's keep it simple in the evening, without too much red tape."

Qing'er skillfully combed Shen Bingning's silky long hair, her delicate fingertips running through it, while reminding her: "But the emperor will come to Fengqing Palace tonight for dinner, so we can't be too casual."

Shen Bingning's heart suddenly tightened when she heard this. She almost lost her composure and fell down. She hurriedly used her hands to support herself on the exquisite dressing table to steady herself. "When was the decision made? Why didn't I know anything about it?"

"It was during Her Majesty's lunch break that Eunuch Wei sent Xiao Shengzi to deliver the message."

Qing'er answered softly, her eyes full of concern.

Shen Bingning had mixed feelings. The arrival of the tyrant Xiao Yi not only meant the grandness of the dinner, but also made her worry about whether he would be able to stay overnight.

For this woman who had been single for twenty-four years, being in the same room with the tyrant was definitely not what she wanted.

"My lady, your hair is done."

Shen Bingning looked at herself in the mirror. The mirror showed an oval face, a pair of lively cat eyes, and cherry-like red lips under her small nose. She was indeed a beautiful woman.

It was because of her beauty that she was chosen by Xiao Yi and brought into this magnificent cage.

The original owner had been in the palace for three months, and her innocence might have long been gone. It was common for the emperor to favor concubines, but Shen Bingning was filled with fear.

If Xiao Yi has a gentle personality, enjoying his handsome face alone would be a luxurious experience, just like enjoying the company of a top-notch-looking guy for free.

However, Xiao Yi in reality is so terrifying that Shen Bingning couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at the thought of sharing a bed with that tyrant.

So, a plan quickly formed in her mind - pretend to be sick, this is the best way to get out!

"Oh my, my head is so dizzy!"

Shen Bingning immediately pressed her forehead and pretended to be unwell.

Qing'er mistakenly thought it was the sequelae of the accidental collision a few days ago, and hurriedly and carefully helped Shen Bingning lie down, frowning and saying worriedly: "I will ask the imperial physician to treat the queen right away!"

Upon hearing the news, the imperial physician rushed over immediately. After a thorough inspection, he looked puzzled and said, "Madam Shen is fine, but the symptom of dizziness is..."

Shen Bingning was about to explain when she was suddenly interrupted by a report from outside the palace: "The Emperor has arrived!"

How could it be so fast? Shen Bingning barely supported herself and pretended to be polite, feeling extremely anxious.

Xiao Yi walked into the hall with steady steps and went straight to Shen Bingning. "I heard that my beloved concubine is not feeling well. Is it serious?"

Shen Bingning lowered her head and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am fine now."

Xiao Yi held Shen Bingning's cold hand, and a barely perceptible concern flashed across his brows: "Why are your hands so cold? I just heard the imperial physician asking about my beloved concubine's dizziness, and I am also quite curious."

What can dizziness do? It's just an indescribable discomfort. Shen Bingning muttered to herself, but her face remained gentle: "I just feel heavy in my head and it's hard to concentrate."

Hearing this, Xiao Yi turned to look at the imperial physician kneeling on the ground, and said with unquestionable authority: "Did you hear that? Why don't you go and prepare the medicine?"

The imperial physician quickly took his leave and almost trotted out of the palace.

Shen Bingning was about to speak to ask the imperial physician to stay, but the man had already disappeared out the door.

Xiao Yi let go of her hand, sat casually on the cushion by the window, and asked leisurely, "My beloved, besides feeling dizzy, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Shen Bingning tried hard to force out a smile that was uglier than crying, trying to hide her true emotions: "Your Majesty, I just feel a little dizzy, maybe it's because I took a nap too long, there's really no need to take any more medicine."

She really didn't want to touch those potions that were so bitter that they made her frown and her taste buds protest, as if every drop was a harsh test for her taste buds.

Xiao Yi's face was full of disapproval, and his deep eyes revealed a bit of persistence and tenderness: "My beloved concubine has a weak body, and it will always be beneficial to nourish her body more."

His tone was full of unquestionable authority, yet mixed with delicate concern.

She thought to herself, as the old saying goes, every medicine is poisonous to some extent, if it is not necessary, it is better to avoid such bitterness.