Eunuch Chen "blocked" and walked to the emperor. He was very strong, and the emperor was weak and powerless at this moment. He almost had no effort to lift the emperor up. The emperor could not move. Dong Ying'er smiled and fed the medicine to the emperor's mouth again.

He was unable to move and his whole body was stolen. The emperor tasted this taste for the first time. He closed his eyes and knew better than anyone else. Even without this bowl of soup, he would not support it for long. This bowl of soup just made that day come early, and he could not avoid it. Fortunately... Fortunately, things have not reached the worst step. The road he paved earlier finally came in handy at this moment. Even if he died, it would not be in vain.

Dong Ying'er looked at the emperor and closed her eyes, not seeming to be troublesome, and her voice was pleasant: "Your Majesty has finished drinking this medicine, so you don't have to worry about being lonely in the future. I know that Your Majesty feels most sorry for Mu Zhaoyi, so soon, you will naturally send Mu Zhaoyi to accompany Your Majesty."

The emperor opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Dong Ying'er. He said nothing, but his eyes were like the last anger and gloom of a dying person. Dong Ying'er was also a little guilty, but she was brave and suddenly smiled again: "Mu Zhaoyi would be very happy." After saying this, she fed the medicine into the emperor's mouth faster, and even the medicine began to flow out from the corners of the emperor's mouth, and her movements became more and more fierce, with a hint of revenge.

The soup was fed to the emperor's mouth one by one, which was a fatal soup, and life was passing by one. In fact, at the end of the feeding, the emperor had no idea when the breath was gone, but Dong Ying'er was still serious and fed the last spoon to the emperor's mouth little by little. Then she took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped the corner of the emperor's mouth, and sent him to his original position to lie down, covering him with a quilt. She was like a most virtuous wife serving her husband.

After doing all this, Dong Ying'er said to Eunuch Chen: "Go back and report to your master."

Eunuch Chen nodded and turned around and walked out of the bedroom. Dong Ying'er sat alone by the bed. The person on the bed was already a corpse and no longer had the vitality he had on weekdays. The Lord of the world who called the wind and rain, and above ten thousand people alone was just a shriveled corpse, and had no deterrence. However, the expression on Dong Ying'er's face was not as calm as before, and her hands were still trembling slightly.

But for a moment, the panic in those eyes disappeared, and replaced by a profound ruthlessness. She looked at the person on the bed and whispered: "What about the Lord of the World? It's just a sad name. Since that's the case, let's go to hell together." She sat by the bed like a statue for a long time, until the oil lamp was about to burn out, and there was the voice of a little eunuch outside. Then Dong Ying'er slowly raised her eyes and looked at the hourglass placed on the high shelf to pay tribute to the West, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

The next moment, her expression changed, and a panicked voice came out of her mouth: "Not good! Something happened to His Majesty--"

The emperor's condition suddenly worsened, and the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital were unable to recover the situation. When the Imperial Physician arrived, the people in the bed had lost all their vitality.

This is actually something that every imperial physician has already predicted. After the Jinling saint Xia Qing personally diagnosed and treated, it was said that the Medicine Stone is not spiritual. Since it is the Medicine Stone is not spiritual, it is still a waste of life. There will always be a day when the oil is exhausted, but I just don’t want this day to come so quickly. All the imperial physicians gathered in one place, and there is a crisis of storm coming.

That night, the emperor's bedroom was brightly lit. When the east sky broke through the dawn, the first ray of sunlight broke through the numerous palace walls and shone into the dark palace. The eunuch wearing ball patterns dragged his long voice and said in a sharp voice: "Your Majesty - Dead -"

The mourning sound shook the sky, and the rising voice cried.

The eighth prince who arrived after hearing the news stood in front of the emperor's bed with a sad face, unable to help crying. His appearance seemed to be very sad, and he had to endure the sadness and could not lose his composure. In the eyes of others, he did look like a filial son. Eunuch Chen stood behind him, with his head curled up, and his expression was full of sadness.

Xuan Li looked at the emperor's face, but what he remembered in his mind was what Eunuch Chen said to him. What the emperor showed before his death to Dong Ying'er's tentative words was indeed no different from what a few people expected. It seemed that the emperor had really issued another imperial edict, and that imperial edict was now in his hands, so naturally he had no worries. In the future, he was just waiting for this gust of storm to find Qiman to completely tear the imperial edict. In this world, he was the only one who was just a legitimate crown prince.

Xuan Li thought about this, but suddenly felt a moment of gaze falling on him. He looked at him in line and found that Xuan Pei was looking at him coldly. There was no sad look on Xuan Pei's face, but it was very calm. And the gaze he looked at Xuan Li, there was even more understanding, as if he had known how all this happened.

Xuan Li himself didn't know that Xuan Pei was just a teenager, so how could he have such a terrible look, as if he could see a person's heart at that glance, and all his thoughts could not be hidden from these eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes, and pulled the corners of his lips slightly. No matter how terrible it was, he was in the end in this game, and his life could end here. Since the emperor had passed away, it was naturally his turn next.

Among the sad people in the room, in addition to Xuan Pei, there was another person who looked very indifferent. This person was Mu Xirou. Her pretty face was as cold as ice, and she did not have any special expression on it. However, Mu Xirou has always been this cold temperament. Everyone saw it, but she didn't think it was strange. Just standing with Mu Xirou, Dong Ying'er seemed particularly pitiful.

Dong Ying'er's eyes were red with red hair, her hair was a little messy, and her face was full of haggard expressions, as if she didn't care what she looked like now. Everyone in the palace knew that Dong Ying'er was a person who valued friendship. After the emperor fell ill, Dong Ying'er was taken care of. She never felt bored and did better than anyone else. Now that the emperor has passed away, she looked extremely sad. Compared with Mu Xirou, who was expressionless on the one hand, it was also very exciting to sigh in her heart.

Empress Dowager Yide sat in the same place with a deep expression, while the people around her came and went, but her expression never loosened. Why did she have never been clearer than anyone else when she reached this point today. But her eyes occasionally looked a little sad.

At this moment, Xia Qing, who was finally checking the emperor's body, stood up with a medicine box on his back. He looked solemn. Although there were many important officials in the court standing at this moment, he had always been straightforward. Therefore, he did not think of any taboos, but said directly: "Report to the Queen Mother, Your Majesty is not exhausted, but is really strange inside."
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