I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

He sighed heavily, and that sigh was full of confusion about the future.

"Ran'er, I am fortunate to have such a virtuous wife like you by my side in this life. It is truly a blessing from heaven and the greatest blessing in my life, Yin Hongzhi."

Yanran listened quietly to Yin Hongzhi's words, her eyes calm as water, and she slowly placed the tray in her hand on the table beside her.

She reached out and gently stroked Yin Hongzhi's cheek, her fingertips lightly stroking his face, the touch rough yet extremely familiar.

Her voice was soft.

"Brother Yin, you have a lot more wrinkles on your face."

Yin Hongzhi held Yan Ran's hand, feeling the warmth from her fingertips, and said with emotion, "Time is merciless, and people will eventually grow old. This is a fate that all things in the world cannot escape."

"When I was young, I was a horseman in the Qin Palace. I was full of ambition and thought I could make a great career in this world."

"But now, time has passed quickly, and everything has changed."

Yan Ran's eyes flickered slightly as she looked directly into Yin Hongzhi's eyes and asked, "My husband, since you know that you were once a member of the Qin Palace and were deeply indebted to the King of Qin, why are you now embarking on this path of betrayal against His Majesty?"

Her gaze slowly moved to her feet, no longer looking at Yin Hongzhi's reaction.

When Yin Hongzhi heard Yanran's words, his eyes widened instantly.

There was disbelief in his eyes, and his mouth opened slightly, wanting to shout loudly, questioning Yanran why he said such a thing.

But he was horrified to find that his throat seemed to be burning in flames, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He subconsciously clutched his neck tightly with both hands, trying to ease the excruciating pain.

His face turned red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes were fixed on Yan Ran, full of confusion, anger and despair.

Yan Ran slowly raised her head and glanced at Yin Hongzhi, who was struggling in pain. Her tone was calm, yet filled with sadness: "What a pity, my husband. If you didn't have this idea of ​​rebellion in your heart, perhaps we could really be together for the rest of our lives and grow old together."

"But at this moment, I'm sorry. As a Shadow Secret Guard, I only obey your Majesty's orders and dare not disobey in the slightest."

"Go with peace of mind. Our child will live well."

"If he were as stubborn as you, he wouldn't be able to survive."

Although Yanran tried her best to keep an expressionless face, two lines of tears still slowly slid down her cheeks.

Yan Ran was still worried until Yin Hongzhi was completely dead. She slowly squatted down, stretched out her trembling hands, and carefully checked Yin Hongzhi's heart pulse. After confirming that he was dead, she slowly stood up.

Her legs felt slightly weak as she slowly walked out of the room, gently closing the door. She said to the servants waiting outside, "The master is going to rest. No one is allowed to go in without the master's order."

The servants responded in unison: "Yes, Madam!"

Yanran listened to the servants' responses and returned to his yard with heavy steps.

In the corner of the yard, she found the carrier pigeon she had raised for a long time, and took out a small note that had been written long ago from her bosom. The handwriting on it was beautiful: Hide the blood and filth, and protect the people's prosperity.

She carefully placed the note between the pigeon's legs, then gently stroked its feathers and whispered, "Go and report this message. Don't betray His Majesty's trust."

After saying that, she raised her hands, and the carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew into the distant sky.

In the Prince of Qi's mansion, Concubine Yin was wearing the gorgeous costume of the Four Concubines that she had not worn for a long time. She sat upright on the chair. Her posture seemed upright, but she was extremely panicked inside.

Her eyes were fixed on the palace gate, hoping to see her brother coming with the army to rescue her.

Time passed quietly, however, except for the Jinyiwei outside the door, it was still dead silent, without the slightest movement.