Ping Zhao Lu

As if all her strength had been drained from her body, Concubine Li slowly sat up and stared straight at the palace maid who was walking towards her. Her originally gentle and graceful voice was now a little nervous. She asked in a trembling voice, "Aqiao...but does my sister have a message for me?"

Ah Qiao's face was as cold as frost, without a trace of expression. He glanced at Lipin coldly and said in a cold voice, "Liang Lu is already imprisoned. Do you think she has any ability to let me pass on a message to you?"

Upon hearing this, Concubine Li felt a sudden sinking of the heart, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. Her face instantly turned pale, and she stammered, her lips slightly parted, "Then you...you came here this time..."

As she spoke, her hands unconsciously clenched the quilt beneath her, and her body trembled slightly, obviously in a panic.

Seeing this, Ah Qiao couldn't help but snort coldly, his tone still cold and ruthless: "Don't worry, I'm not here to take your life."

After hearing this, Lipin's heart finally settled down a little, and she breathed a sigh of relief. However, before she could completely relax, Ah Qiao's next words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting her so hard that she could hardly breathe.

"But, the time left for you is running out."

Lipin felt a blackness in front of her eyes, and her whole body collapsed on the couch like a deflated ball.

She knew very well that if she did not take action this time, not only would she die, but her sister Liang Lu and Jian Ke, who entered the palace with her, would also be doomed.

The fact that she and Liang Lu were biological sisters had always been kept secret, and no one knew about it. One of them looked like their father, and the other looked like their mother, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't really tell they were sisters.

They had entered the palace against their will. Now, they could only complete their mission and their lives would be safe.

Thinking of this, Concubine Li couldn't help but feel sad, tears streaming down her face, and she murmured to herself: "But how can I get close to His Majesty in my current state..." As she spoke, she slowly raised her hand and gently stroked her ugly and creepy face covered with red envelopes. Every touch seemed to touch the deepest pain in her heart.

Aqiao glanced at Lipin expressionlessly.

She swiftly pulled out a small, delicate ointment from her sleeve and tossed it into Lipin's arms without hesitation. "This is excellent ointment. As long as you use it for a few days, the bumps on your face will gradually fade. Then, you can approach the emperor in person."

After saying that, Aqiao turned around and was about to leave.

However, just as she was about to step out of the room, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Lipin with cold and sharp eyes. She said in a cold tone: "If you two sisters weren't motivated by selfish desires, you should have taken decisive action long ago. How could you have fallen to this point today? If you still can't find the right direction this time, then there is nothing I can do. I can only burn a few more incense sticks for you."

When Concubine Li heard this, her body trembled involuntarily. She slowly lowered her head and responded with an almost inaudible voice, "I understand..."

*

Golden Palace

Xu Zhouye sat on the edge of the dragon couch, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the person on the couch.

Just now the imperial physician said that the emperor had a severe headache, a little fever, and had worked too much, so he could not bear it and fell asleep.

Xu Zhouye also asked the imperial physician: "Is there a cure for this disease?"

The imperial physician looked troubled, slowly shook his head, and said in a grave tone, "Your Majesty's headache has been with you since birth, and it's very different from ordinary headaches. This condition will accompany Your Majesty for the rest of your life, and each attack is excruciating, sometimes with chills, sometimes with unbearable heat. If Your Majesty doesn't take good care of your health, the condition will worsen, and at best, you'll fall into a coma, and at worst... Alas, I simply cannot save you!"

Hearing this, Xu Zhou felt as if his ambition was being cut by a knife, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

He lowered his eyes silently, feeling mixed emotions.

Is it natural?

Chu Yunxiao's birth was against the common sense of the world. I think his body would be affected to some extent, right?

Thinking of this, Xu Zhouye's thoughts became more and more confused, and all kinds of thoughts kept flashing through his mind.

Unconsciously, sleepiness gradually came over him. Xu Zhouye finally couldn't resist the invasion of sleepiness. His body tilted and he fell asleep on the edge of the couch.

When Chu Yunxiao slowly woke up, the first thing he saw was the person lying on the couch beside him, sleeping soundly. His eyes instantly became extremely gentle, like the warmest sunshine in spring, which could melt all the ice.

He sat up slightly, raised his arm, and gently stroked Xu Zhouye's peaceful sleeping face, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping person.

After a while, he leaned forward slightly, moved closer to that handsome face, and murmured to himself in a low voice: "I will not be like the late emperor..."

At this point, he paused briefly, a subtle flash of pain in his deep eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an incomparable determination. The deep affection revealed in his eyes was like the shimmering water of a lake under the warm spring sun, gentle yet deep.

Chu Yunxiao just stared at Xu Zhouye quietly, his eyes never leaving him for a moment.

His hand slowly slid down Xu Zhouye's smooth cheek, extending to the back of his head, and then carefully stroked the silky soft hair.

Every touch was filled with endless pity and love, as if he wanted to convey all his emotions to the person in front of him in this way.

Time passed quietly. After a long time, Chu Yunxiao slowly sat up straight and then got off the bed carefully.

He walked gently to the side of the couch, bent down, stretched out his arms, and very gently embraced Xu Zhouye, who was lying on the side of the couch, into his arms.

At this moment, perhaps because he felt the sudden warmth behind him, Xu Zhouye, who was still immersed in his dream, slowly opened his eyes and then turned around subconsciously.

"Your Majesty, you are awake!" Xu Zhouye's eyes were shining.

Chu Yunxiao smiled slightly and said softly, "I just woke up not long ago."

Xu Zhouye immediately noticed that Chu Yunxiao was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, and a wave of worry surged in his heart.

He quickly reached out and grabbed Chu Yunxiao, pulling him back to sit on the couch. He quickly took a thick coat and carefully draped it over Chu Yunxiao's shoulders, and said with concern: "Your Majesty, you must take care of your health. Don't catch a cold."

Chu Yunxiao couldn't help but chuckle at Xu Zhouye's nervous expression. But before he could say anything, Xu Zhouye had already stood up and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, please wait here for a moment. I'll go see if the medicine is ready."

Before he finished speaking, he turned and left quickly, leaving behind only a hurried back.