The emperor faked his death? Never mind, I will ascend the throne directly!

Inside the Qianqing Palace, Li Chengfeng rubbed his brows, put down the memorial in his hand, and leaned tiredly on the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty, tomorrow's morning court..." Li Fu's voice sounded again, with a hint of hesitation.

"No court tomorrow." Li Chengfeng's voice came from the bedroom.

Li Fu stood outside the hall, sighed softly, and turned to leave.

Li Chengfeng lay on the dragon bed, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

The calm face of the enemy woman and the desperate look in the King of Northern Frontier's eyes before his death kept appearing in his mind.

He turned over and closed his eyes, trying to drive the images out of his mind.

At this time, Lan'er was lying quietly on the bed.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

However, under her tightly closed eyelids, her eyes kept moving.

She slowly opened her eyes, got out of bed quietly, walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and drank it all.

She walked to the window and looked towards the emperor's bedroom again.

"Your Majesty, if Lan'er died, would you miss her?"

She took out a letter she had already written from her sleeve. The paper had been rubbed repeatedly by her and the edges were already curled.

She carefully folded the letter, put it into a brocade bag embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and hid it under her pillow.

After getting up, Shen opened the bronze mirror her mother had given her.

She looked pale in the mirror, her lips were bloodless, and there was an indelible weariness between her eyebrows.

She took out the rouge and powder that she was reluctant to use, and carefully applied makeup in front of the bronze mirror, trying to cover up her own illness.

The powder puff gently fell on her face, layer after layer, as if to cover up all the haggardness.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, then sighed softly and lay back on the bed.

She forced herself to close her eyes and tried to make her breathing even and long, as if she was really asleep.

In the Qianqing Palace, Li Chengfeng tossed and turned in bed for a long time but still couldn't fall asleep.

He finally got up, put on his coat, and quietly walked out of the bedroom.

The palace maids and eunuchs outside the palace were all fast asleep, with only patrolling guards occasionally passing by.

Li Chengfeng walked briskly to Lan'er's residence and found that the lights were still on in the house.

So he knocked on the door lightly, and after hearing the word "Come in", he walked in.

Li Chengfeng walked to the bedside and stared at Lan'er's face quietly in the faint moonlight outside the window.

Her face looked even paler in the moonlight.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Li Chengfeng's voice was low and helpless.

"Your servant...is not sleepy yet," she said softly, her voice slightly hoarse.

Li Chengfeng sat down beside her bed and looked at her quietly.

"I know you have something on your mind. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Lan'er raised her eyes slightly and her gaze met Li Chengfeng's.

Tears glistened in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.

"Your Majesty...if I am gone...will Your Majesty...remember me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could you die?"

Lan'er's eyes could no longer hold back the tears, and drops of tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

She bit her lower lip, as if trying to control her emotions.

"Your Majesty... I know I don't have much time left..." She took a deep breath, trying hard to hold back her sobs. "I only beg... I only beg Your Majesty... don't forget me... Your Majesty, if I can survive, I want to eat lots of osmanthus cakes."

Li Chengfeng frowned: "Is there something wrong?"

Lan'er's eyes flickered as she avoided Li Chengfeng's gaze and finally shook her head slightly.

Li Chengfeng took Shen into his arms and gently stroked her back to comfort her.

Lan'er clutched Li Chengfeng's sleeve tightly and cried silently.

Li Chengfeng noticed that Lan'er was acting strangely, so he held her face and wiped away the tears.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hiding something from me?" he asked, his tone becoming more anxious.

"I suddenly fell ill and have seen many doctors, but they all said that I don't have much time left." She spoke in a very soft voice, as if she had used up all her strength.

After Lan Er finished speaking, she fainted.

Li Chengfeng was shocked when he saw this and shouted loudly: "Someone come! Someone come quickly!"

The palace maids and eunuchs on duty outside the bedroom heard the shouting and rushed in immediately.

"Call the imperial physician! Go and call the imperial physician!"

Li Chengfeng laid Lan'er flat on the bed and kept calling out, "Lan'er! Wake up! I haven't taken you into the harem yet, you can't get hurt!"

The palace maids and eunuchs outside the bedroom heard the shouting and rushed in one after another, and the bedroom was instantly in chaos.

Upon seeing this, a palace maid immediately turned around and ran out to call the imperial physician.

Li Chengfeng held Lan'er's cold wrist tightly, pressed his thumb on her pulse, and carefully checked it.

His pulse was weak, almost non-existent, and his heart sank.

"Quick, get some warm water and a clean towel!" The maid responded quickly and stumbled over to prepare.

Li Chengfeng took the warm water and handkerchief handed to him by the palace maid, and gently wiped Lan'er's forehead and cheeks. The wet handkerchief was soon soaked with sweat.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the bedroom, and the imperial physician arrived panting, carrying a medicine box.

He didn't even bother to greet her and immediately went forward to treat Lan'er.

He first observed Lan'er's expression, then opened her eyelids to check, and finally put his fingers on her wrist.

The pulse diagnosis took much longer than usual, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the imperial physician's diagnosis.

"Imperial Physician, how is she?" Li Chengfeng asked anxiously.

The imperial physician slowly withdrew his hand and shook his head: "Your Majesty, her illness... there is nothing I can do. Your Majesty... please be mentally prepared..."

When he said this, the doctor was sweating profusely and hesitating for fear that his life would be in danger.

"Mental preparation? What mental preparation?!" Li Chengfeng stood up suddenly, grabbed the imperial physician by the collar, and shouted angrily, "You're the imperial physician! What's the point of keeping you? If you can't even cure a single illness, what's the point of having you?!"

His voice was not loud, but it frightened the imperial physician so much that he trembled all over.

He threw the doctor away and said, "No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, or I will kill you without mercy!"

Everyone knelt down quickly and responded in unison: "As you wish!"

Li Chengfeng's fingers gently stroked the back of Lan'er's cold hand, feeling the passing of her life.

The chamber was completely silent. The maids and eunuchs knelt on the floor, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing the Emperor. The imperial physician also knelt to one side, head bowed, not daring to speak.

"Go down."

Everyone did not dare to delay and quickly stood up and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

"Rest well," Li Chengfeng said softly, "I will always be with you."

He sat by the bed, watching over Lan'er quietly, his eyes never leaving her.

The palace maid came in carrying a bowl of medicine and stopped beside Li Chengfeng. She lowered her head and spoke respectfully, "Your Majesty, this is the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. He said it can relieve Lan'er's condition."