The scheming empress starts by conquering men

The eunuch who came was only in her twenties, considered a newcomer, and Zhongquan was slightly older than her.

Although I have never seen him, the person who can serve here and catch the eye of Yi Shanggu is not an ordinary person.

Zhongquan did not dare to be arrogant. Even though she was the chief eunuch beside the emperor, she still had to be careful when dealing with the people around Yi Shanggu.

She bent down and lowered her head, and replied carefully: "Your Excellency, His Majesty has summoned the Lord."

The eunuch said "oh" and took a look at Zhongquan in front of her. Naturally, she recognized that this was the chief eunuch beside His Majesty. She chuckled.

"Wait."

Turning back to the inner palace, not long after, Zhongquan heard footsteps, and the sound was not chaotic.

The palace gate creaked open, and a middle-aged woman in black clothes sat on the imperial sedan chair carried by eight people.

Except for a few strands of white hair at her temples, she looked exactly the same as when I saw her eighteen years ago.

There was still a cold gleam in her eyes, and no expression on her face. She had sword-like eyebrows and phoenix-like eyes, with a hint of scarlet at the corners of her eyes, and her lips were also a bloodthirsty red. Under the moonlight, there was not a trace of time on her face. She was like a fairy on the moon, aloof and cold.

The imperial chariot swayed from side to side, but she remained as steady as a rock.

Zhongquan glanced at the person who came, quickly lowered his head, bent his waist even lower, and greeted him while holding his breath.

"This servant greets the Lord of the city."

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps back and moved aside to make way.

Yi Shanggu nodded lightly, without giving her any extra glances, and was carried by eight people to meet Emperor Feng.

After the man walked some distance forward, the chief eunuch Shi Zhongquan finally let out a breath and looked at the figure's back, his heart pounding wildly.

In this world, apart from the mayor, even the great sorcerer cannot sit on the imperial chariot specially granted by Your Majesty. If she could also be as powerful as the mayor, second only to the emperor and above everyone else, how great would that be?

I think when the Second Prince takes the throne, she, as an elder, should also receive this special treatment.

Eighteen years later, Zhongquan still feels a lingering fear when he sees this person again.

in those days…

"Still not following?"

Yi Shanggu's clear and pleasant voice sounded faintly from the front.

Zhongquan was startled and quickly put away his random thoughts and followed.

Chengde Hall.

After Yi Shanggu came in, he kowtowed to Emperor Feng.

"Ayi greets the Lord."

She did not call him Your Majesty, but My Lord.

She is the only one in this world who can call Emperor Feng like this.

This intimate address made Emperor Feng slightly distracted. A warm look of memories of the past flashed across his face, and his eyes were warm when he looked at Yi Shanggu.

"Ayi, get up quickly and come sit here."

After Yi Shanggu sat down, he looked at Emperor Feng, whom he had not seen for a long time. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes, but he went straight to the point.

"My Lord, have you encountered any difficult problems?"

She had been staying in the harem, eating, drinking and having fun every day, oblivious to worldly affairs, and neither listening to nor talking about court affairs. She really didn't know what to do, and she felt more comfortable standing in front of people.

Seeing her impatient look, Emperor Feng smiled and shook his head, sighing: "It's been many years since we last met. You are still the same as you were back then, but after all, things have changed!"

She sighed slightly, and a hint of viciousness flashed across her eyes.

"I have something for you to do, and it's a bit tricky."

Yi Shanggu had a smile in his eyes; "No matter what, as long as the master says a word, I will not hesitate to die."

Emperor Feng glared at her and said angrily, "What do you mean by being torn to pieces? I will not let you die. You must live well and watch my Hao Lan ascend to this position. You must protect Hao Lan for me."

She doesn't have much time left. Even though the witch doctor just gave her medicine, she has long since abandoned all medical treatment. It is unknown whether she can get better or whether she can live until Hao Lan ascends the throne.

Yi Shanggu understood the meaning of her words and his expression changed slightly.

He quickly reached out and placed his hand on her wrist.

Her heart sank when she felt the weak heartbeat coming from her wrist and the stagnant energy in her four internal organs.

"How did it become like this?"

Just as she was about to let go, she felt a strong and powerful aura surging in the master's body. This aura was very familiar, just like the one in the past...

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Did you use the Divine Pill?"

The magic pill conflicted with the other four organs in her body, but protected her heart.

In other words, she was able to hang on only by relying on the Divine Pill, but this would only accelerate the decline of her other organs.

To put it simply, this medicine can make people regain their vitality and consume their lifespan prematurely.

"My Lord, why did you use the Divine Pill? Who gave you this medicine? Was it her?"

The "she" meant, of course, the Great Witch.

Yi Shanggu and the great witch have always been at odds with each other, and Emperor Feng knew it.

"It's not the witch's fault. I asked her for the medicine." Emperor Feng waved his hands and sighed, "I'm old, not the same as before, and I don't have much time left."

Yi Shanggu's body stiffened, and a fierce look flashed across his face.

"I knew she had bad intentions. You knew that this medicine was harmful to the mind, why?!"

A look of anxiety and sadness flashed across her face, and she grabbed her wrists with both hands, ready to use her internal energy to repair her lungs.

"Cough cough cough..."

A stream of air rushed up and hit Feng Di's lungs, causing her to cough violently.

This was because the substitute elixir made it impossible to save her, but instead the stimulation of her internal force aggravated the decline of her lungs.

Yi Shanggu only felt that his internal energy flowed through his lungs and returned along the same path with the stagnant energy.

The impact was so great that it directly forced Yi Shang Gu to retreat.

“Cough, cough, cough…Puff!”

Emperor Feng coughed up blood and quickly covered it with a silk handkerchief.

Yi Shanggu's eyes were bloodshot as he quickly knelt in front of her bed, looking anxiously at the silk handkerchief in her hand that was stained with dark blood.

"Lord!"

"it's useless."

Emperor Feng waved his hand without any concern and took the handkerchief.

"It's Ayi who is incompetent!"

A mist rose in Yi Shanggu's eyes and tears wet his long eyelashes.

The closest people in the world are the master and Lan'er, but now she...

"If Ayi had been sending people to secretly monitor the master's movements, he would definitely not let the master take the substitute pill. Ayi would save the master even if it cost him his life."

"Don't talk about that."

Emperor Feng didn't care about this at all.

After Junze passed away, she no longer wanted to live.

If she didn't have Hao Lan to take care of, she would have followed Jun Ze long ago.

Her poor health is her own fault, so she can't blame others.

It would be better for her to die than to live like this for decades.

Emperor Feng's eyes were filled with solemnity. "I want you to do something. It is also my last wish before I die."

Yi Shanggu felt a little hesitant and a little painful in his heart, but he nodded seriously.

"Let alone one thing, even if it's hundreds, thousands, or millions of things, as long as Ayi is alive, I will definitely accomplish it for the Lord."

There was a hint of relief and anger in Emperor Feng's eyes. He waved to him and whispered something.

Yi Shanggu was slightly stunned after hearing this: "Now?"

Fengdi nodded; "Yes."

"Okay, my lord, give Ayi two cups of tea."

Yi Shanggu had a smile on his face, and he left quickly. However, he came back after only half an hour.

Coming and going like the wind, extremely fast.

After three cups of tea, she came in with a hint of coldness and murderous intent, and sat back in front of the bed, expressionless and silent.

Emperor Feng wanted to laugh when he saw it. "Three cups of tea, the time is very accurate."

The agreed twenty minutes turned into thirty minutes.