Tragic death on wedding night, replacement doctor concubine reborn to kill the whole family

Looking at the light, Zhou Yiqing couldn't help but feel even more admiration for Xiao Chen!

The emperor disappeared for five years, and Xiao Chen merely appointed himself regent and then took charge of everything in the Cangyun Kingdom.

As for the four siblings, Xiao Nuomi, Xiao Yuanzi, Xiao Youyou, and Xiao Lulu, they were all studying under Master Ding in the Imperial Study.

In the future, no one knows who will be the Crown Princess or the Crown Prince.

It still needs to be assessed before it can be determined.

In Xiao Chen's words, we still need to find the emperor. If they have their own children, the positions of crown prince and crown princess will belong to the emperor's children.

It was because of Xiao Chen that Zhou Yiqing clearly realized that even the royal family had moments when they didn't fight for the throne.

It all felt so unreal.

At this moment, the light in the room gradually dimmed.

A moment later, Xiao Chen came out of the house and looked at Zhou Yiqing, saying, "I can clearly feel Uncle Rong's presence, but I can't get into that place."

"which place?"

“Uncle Rong, I can sense Father Emperor and Mother Empress, my younger sister, Yun Chu, and even Jian Wu…”

Zhou Yiqing frowned. "Then I'll stay here from now on. If there's any trouble, I'll immediately send you a message by carrier pigeon."

Xiao Chen looked at Zhou Yiqing, then nodded solemnly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"No, I also really hope that Father and the others will come back. Zhen'er misses them very much."

"it is good."

Xiao Chen nodded. He also missed his father, mother, and Yao'er. Unfortunately, for the past five years, apart from handling state affairs, he had spent the rest of his time burying himself in the Taoist secret techniques that his uncle Rong had given him...

He even ignored Aying.

Fortunately, Aying was always by his side, accompanying him in studying those Taoist arts.

Xiao Chen rode at full speed and returned to the capital in a day and a night.

He first told Xiao Zhenzhen the news, and then returned to the Regent's Palace.

Xie Ying had just returned from work and saw Xiao Chen looking at her with a gentle expression. She smiled and walked towards him, "How was it?"

"Although I don't know how to find my father and the others yet, I feel that I will be able to contact Uncle Rong and the others soon."

"Really?"

"of course it's true."

Xie Ying smiled slightly, "So what are your plans?"

"I think that Chen Qingshan used the painting and Zhang Zhao's blood as a catalyst, and they were probably sucked into the world of the painting."

As he spoke, Xiao Chen took out the painting he always carried with him and showed it to Xie Ying.

"This painting..."

This painting is the only thing left behind after they disappeared.

He also tried to contact his uncle Rong through this painting.

But there was no response.

Until yesterday, when he placed the painting on the locust wood table that Zhao Lei had mentioned in Chen Laodao's thatched hut on Lao Chen Mountain, he was able to sense a trace of Uncle Rong and the others' presence.

Xie Ying pointed to a spot in the painting and said, "When I last saw this painting, Old Daoist Chen was still there, but now, why are several main characters missing? Even ordinary people, or rather, several disciples are missing from these places?"

Xiao Chen then noticed that Chen Laodao was no longer in the painting, and several of his disciples were also missing.

How is this going?

If Xiao Chen knew that on the day Chen Laodao died, Rong Xun performed a ritual to help thousands of Lingyun Sect disciples pass on to the afterlife, he would understand that those missing disciples were the ones who vanished with Chen Laodao's death.

“This must be the Empress Dowager.” Xie Ying pointed to a woman in white and said that beside the young woman in white was a man in white who looked like an immortal. It was obvious at a glance that he was Rong Xun.

Xie Ying asked, "Uncle Rong is holding Mother's hand. Is Mother injured?"

Otherwise, given the distinction between men and women, the Empress Dowager and Uncle Rong wouldn't have been brought together like this.

Xiao Chen looked at the painting, his brows furrowed. It was only over the past five years that he had occasionally noticed subtle changes in the world depicted in the painting.

Although he couldn't decipher what had happened in that world, he could tell that his mother and Uncle Rong, Yao'er and Jian Wu seemed to be connected in some way.

Looking at the expressions of the people holding hands in the painting, Xiao Chen saw his mother smiling and his uncle Rong looking doting. He said, "Perhaps, it wasn't Mother who was injured."

Xie Ying was taken aback, and she looked at the painting again.

In the painting, the Empress Dowager and Uncle Rong seem to look at each other with a hint of affection in their eyes.

For a moment, Xie Ying was speechless.

She knew about the legendary love between her father and mother.

Of course, she had also heard about Uncle Rong's hidden and deep love for the Empress Dowager.

"Could everything in the painting be what's happening in their world?" Xie Ying asked, looking up. She even thought about her past life, about her love with Qing Chang'an, which ended tragically.

In this life, she chose Xiao Chen, and only after they had a child did she feel a little at ease.

You can see the Emperor, the Empress, and Uncle Rong—

She couldn't believe her own guess.

Xiao Chen, fearing Xie Ying might overthink things, simply held her tightly. "I don't know, but I believe in Mother, and I also believe in Father and Uncle Rong."

After a pause, Xiao Chen said, "Even so, I believe that Mother and Uncle Rong had their own reasons."

Xie Ying looked at Xiao Chen. She couldn't believe that Xiao Chen actually thought that if his mother was really with Uncle Rong, he must have his reasons.

She wanted to say something more, but the man's large hand pulled her into his arms, gently stroking the top of her head. "Everything will be alright."

Xie Ying's slightly agitated heart calmed down, and she hugged Xiao Chen back.

Over the years, she could see just how busy Xiao Chen had been.

In just a short while, Tang An had already brought over two boxes of memorials with two eunuchs.

"Your Highness, please continue with your work. I will grind the ink for you."

"Thank you for your trouble, Madam." With that, Xiao Chen kissed Xie Ying's forehead. "Thank you, Ying."

Xie Ying smiled with pursed lips, and the two walked together toward the study.

Tang An led his men to carry the memorials into the study and placed some of them on the table.

After Xie Ying finished grinding the ink, she said to Xiao Chen, "I'm going to the kitchen to keep an eye on them and make some of your favorite dishes." Seeing that he had come back looking travel-worn, he must not have eaten much.

Xiao Chen looked up at her, realizing that the person who belonged to him was none other than A Ying!

Only then did he realize how fortunate he was to have Xie Ying.

Xie Ying had just left.

A flash of white light appeared, and Xiao Chen looked up to see the old and frail Master Ding.

He quickly stood up, "Master."

Master Ding waved his hand, "Last night I observed the stars and found some unusual movements. Where did you go after leaving the capital?"

“Old Chen Mountain.” Xiao Chen didn’t hide anything. “General Zhao Lei, who guards Old Chen Mountain, said that the locust wood table in Old Chen’s thatched hut emitted light at night. I took Chen Qingshan’s painting to Old Chen Mountain, and there, I tried to contact Uncle Rong…”