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

Taking the medicine bowl, Li Chengfeng stirred it gently with a spoon, then scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Lan'er's mouth.

Lan'er's lips were tightly closed, without any reaction.

Gently patting Lan'er's cheek, Li Chengfeng said softly, "Be good, drink the medicine."

But the person lying there still did not respond.

Sighing, Li Chengfeng placed the medicine bowl on the bedside table and continued to watch over Lan'er.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky gradually brightened, but Li Chengfeng still sat by the bed motionless, like a sculpture.

A eunuch walked in, tiptoed to Li Chengfeng's side, and whispered, "Your Majesty, breakfast is ready. Would you like to have some first?"

Li Chengfeng shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, the eunuch didn't dare to say anything more and retreated silently.

Picking up the medicine bowl again, Li Chengfeng fed the warm medicine into Lan'er's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

The medicine slowly flowed down the corners of Lan'er's mouth, soaking the pillowcase.

She still had no reaction, like a porcelain doll that had lost its life.

Li Chengfeng put down the medicine bowl, gently picked up Lan'er, and leaned her against his arms.

The sky outside the window gradually turned white, and the morning light poured into the bedroom through the window lattice.

He shouted outside the hall: "Li Fu!"

"I'm here." Li Fu walked in immediately after hearing the voice, stood aside with his head bowed, and carefully observed Li Chengfeng's expression.

"Summon all the imperial physicians to the palace to consult with Lan'er..."

"According to the order."

Li Chengfeng handed Lan'er to the care of the palace maid standing by. The palace maid took Lan'er with trembling hands, carefully helped her lie on the bed, and covered her with a brocade quilt.

Li Chengfeng stood up and paced back and forth in the bedroom, anxiously waiting for the arrival of the imperial doctors.

The footsteps outside the hall became more and more frequent, and the noise came from far away.

Soon, dozens of imperial physicians filed in and knelt before Li Chengfeng, each with their head lowered, not daring to breathe, waiting for the emperor's instructions.

Li Chengfeng stopped and turned to look at the imperial physicians kneeling on the ground: "I order you to do everything you can to cure her!"

Upon hearing this, the imperial physicians trembled and quickly responded in unison, "We obey your order!"

Afterwards, the imperial doctors came forward one by one and began to take turns treating Lan'er.

For a moment, the only sounds in the bedroom were the imperial doctors' whispered discussions and the sound of rummaging through medicine boxes.

Li Chengfeng walked to the bedside and stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on Lan'er's face.

He gently held Lan'er's hand, feeling the coldness in her hand, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"I still remember that spring, the peach blossoms in the imperial garden were in full bloom, and you were dancing among the flowers, as if you had walked out of a painting..."

"You said that if you survived, you would eat a lot of osmanthus cakes. As soon as you wake up, I will ask someone to get the best osmanthus cakes in Jiangnan."

Li Chengfeng's face was filled with grief.

After the imperial doctors finished their diagnosis, they all stood up and walked to Li Chengfeng, each with an embarrassed look on their face, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"How?" Li Chengfeng asked hurriedly, with a hint of anticipation.

The leading imperial physician stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Your Majesty, her illness... we are powerless to treat her..."

"What?!" Li Chengfeng's face instantly turned pale upon hearing this. He stood up abruptly and glared at the imperial physician in front of him, "What the hell are you doing? You can't even cure a single illness!"

The emperor was furious and millions of people were killed!

The imperial doctors were so frightened that they trembled all over and knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word.

Taking a deep breath, Li Chengfeng suppressed the anger in his heart and waved his hand to signal the imperial doctors to retreat.

The imperial doctors stood up and left the bedroom as if they had been pardoned.

Li Chengfeng walked to the bedside again, held Lan'er's hand, and said softly: "Don't worry, I will definitely find someone who can cure you..."

"Your Majesty..." Lan'er opened her eyes weakly and looked at Li Chengfeng, her eyes filled with reluctance, "I'm afraid... I can't make it..."

Li Chengfeng held Lan'er's hand tightly and said, "No, you will definitely get better..."

"I...want...to...take...one...look...at...the Emperor..." Lan'er's voice grew weaker and weaker.

Li Chengfeng leaned over, put his ear to Lan'er's mouth, and listened carefully to her words.

"Your Majesty...please remember me..." Lan'er used up her last bit of strength and said this, then she closed her eyes and let her hands drop weakly.

"Lan'er!" Li Chengfeng cried out in grief.

He hugged Lan'er tightly, his body trembling slightly. Tears silently slid down and dripped onto Lan'er's pale face.

He called Lan'er's name over and over again, but got no response.

Li Chengfeng slowly placed Lan'er on the bed and gently covered her with a blanket.

He turned around and said to the chief eunuch Wang Dequan beside him: "Pass on my decree to posthumously confer the title of Lanpin on Lan'er."

With trembling hands, Li Chengfeng personally arranged Lan'er's clothes and makeup, lightly applied rouge and slightly dyed her lips red, as if she was just asleep.

The bedroom was completely silent, with only the sound of Li Chengfeng's gentle breathing and the rustling of clothes.

He took out the moon-white palace dress embroidered with crabapple flowers and gently put it on her.

Afterwards, he ordered a grand funeral for Lan'er, burying all her favorite things with her.

The finest silk shipped from Jiangnan and a set of precious pearl head ornaments were all placed in the coffin.

Li Chengfeng even put the jade pendant he wore close to his body into it and gave it to Lan'er.

The palace maids lowered their heads and silently placed items into the coffin one by one.

After dealing with the funeral, Li Chengfeng came to the Imperial Garden alone.

I walked slowly to the peach tree where Lan'er used to love to stay. Now the peach blossoms had already withered, and only a few scattered dead leaves remained on the branches, rustling in the autumn wind.

He stood there for a long time, thinking of the chicken soup Lan'er made for him, and his eyes gradually became moist.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Chengfeng slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on the peach tree.

He said to Wang Dequan beside him, "Issue an order to build a small pavilion next to the peach tree and name it 'Yi Lan Ting'."

Wang Dequan accepted the order and immediately arranged for craftsmen to build the pavilion.

After he returned to his bedroom, he held tightly in his hand the purse embroidered for him by Lan'er. The purse was embroidered with a pattern of a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, with fine stitching and a lifelike pattern.

He stayed awake all night, staring at the curtains above the bed with empty eyes, and Lan'er's figure kept appearing in his mind.

The next morning, Li Chengfeng came to Yilan Pavilion after the morning court session. Looking at the osmanthus cake offered in the pavilion, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He reached out his hand, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake, and took a light bite. The sweetness of the osmanthus cake spread in his mouth.

He put the remaining osmanthus cake back to its original place, turned around and left Yilanting.

"Wang Dequan," Li Chengfeng said in a low and hoarse voice, "Please take all the osmanthus cakes away."