When the eunuch came to report that Emperor Yongping passed away, Concubine Xie was showing off her grandson with Mu Zhi. The little baby who had just turned one year old had black eyes and was as cute as pink and jade.

Mu Zhi just laughed, not talking.

Concubine Xie couldn't help but be angry. When she wanted to make a tactful hint, she saw Mu Zhi suddenly turn white and lean down and gasp deeply.

She was shocked and quickly called someone to pass on the imperial physician. She handed the little baby in her hand to the maid, got up and walked to Mu Zhi's side to check his situation.

"What's wrong?" Concubine Xie was full of anxiety.

Mu Zhi coughed several times, as if he was about to cough out his heart and lungs. He stopped a long time later and leaned on the chair and said without caring about it: "Maybe I had a cold a few days ago, so it was nothing serious."

Concubine Xie was angry: "Does this look like an ordinary cold?"

As he said that, the female official rushed over with the imperial physician. The Imperial Hospital did not dare to ignore this young master Xie, who was quite favored by the emperor, and specially sent the best saint to treat him.

Mu Zhi frowned and still stretched out his hand to take his pulse.

After the imperial physician took the pulse, he asked about the situation carefully, which made Concubine Xie nervous.

Mu Zhi was still slow, as if he didn't care at all.

"How?" Xie Guifei asked.

The imperial physician frowned and pondered: "The pulse seems to be normal, but judging from the symptoms of the young master, it is somewhat similar to a strange poison I heard about..."

He hesitated: "I heard that this poison originated from the northern border and has a long incubation period. Once it is not removed early, when it spreads to the whole body, the heart and lungs will be damaged, and the seven orifices will be bleeding and die. Only the twin flowers treasured by the royal family of the Northern Hu can be relieved."

How could the treasures of the Northern Hu royal family be sent to Daxia? Although the Hu gangs in the north have temporarily retreated, they are still waiting for an opportunity to move. If something goes wrong, it will be another bloody storm.

Mu Zhi interrupted: "The Imperial Doctor is worried too much. How can anyone beat the strange poison in the northern border?"

Concubine Xie still had doubts in her heart. She was about to ask questions when she saw the eunuch running in and shouting: "Empress, it's not good... Your Majesty, Your Majesty is Bintian..."

The long death knell has traveled far and far.

Queen Wei acted very quickly. In order to prevent the Xie family from being ready to move, she kept sending people to poison Murong Xu in the chaos, and pointed numerous clues at Murong Zhao who had just returned to the imperial capital.

The world was turned upside down. Amid the doubts and quarrels, another thunder sounded: the prince was infected with the cold wind and was in a state of sorrow.

Empress Wei was hung in the bedroom and left a suicide note, saying that it was not good for raising the prince and that she had no face to survive.

A series of things were shockingly fast. And the beneficiary of all the incidents, His Highness Yong, who was questioned by everyone, had sent troops to control the entire imperial capital in a decisive manner.

No one dared to snatch his edge for a while. Even if someone was dissatisfied with jumping his feet, he shrank back under the cold light of the sword. So, even with countless suspicions on his back, he still took over the palace and was deemed to be the next emperor. He was in power and glorious.

Under such circumstances, Mr. Xie was very surprised by His Highness's sudden visit. After sitting quietly for a while, he finally spoke up and tested: "Your Highness is here, the Xie family is so bright."

Murong Zhao didn't speak for a long time, but stared at the corner of the table and was ecstatic. After a while, he said lightly: "During his father's lifetime, he loved the imperial concubine the most."

Mr. Xie had a bad premonition in his heart.

Murong Zhao looked directly at him, with an indescribable sense of oppression in his eyes: "It's better to ask the imperial concubine to bury her father and complete this friendship."

Mr. Xie shook his hand. He laughed quietly: "Although the concubine is a little willful, she is kind-hearted. If she offended Your Highness, please give her a look for the old minister..."

Murong Zhao interrupted him with a smile: "Mr. Xie wants to protect Xie, or to protect the Imperial Concubine? Is the Xie family willing to bury him with the burial concubine on behalf of the Imperial Concubine?"

Mr. Xie scolded King Yong countless times in his heart. His eyes were uncertain, but he could only watch Murong Zhao leave directly.

The situation is stronger than that of others. Now the military power in King Yong's hands is enough to intimidate most families.

——No one noticed that outside the window of the study room, a light-colored figure flashed by.

Mu Zhi leaned against the wall, his eyes were faint, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

Palace. Murong Zhao walked in the empty hall, followed by Wang Ren and Wen Sanlang. They looked at the figure in front of them with fiery eyes, full of expectations for the future.

The eunuchs and supervisors around Emperor Yongping looked ten years older than before. He bent his waist and said carefully: "The jade seal and related things are in the back hall. Do you want to go and see them in person?"

Murong Zhao nodded casually.

The eunuch general manager led the way while introducing it.

Murong Zhao walked into the back hall and his eyes suddenly paused. The eunuch general looked at him and saw a piece of characters hanging on the wall, with dragons and phoenixes dancing, particularly elegant and elegant. There was a big word "Fu" written in the middle, and several small words next to it embellished it.

"This is the word that I presented to celebrate Your Majesty's birthday in the past, and Mr. Xie Jiu," explained the eunuch general manager.

Murong Zhao seemed to have never heard of it. He walked forward and looked at the character carefully. The big word "Fu" was different from the usual way of writing in Daxia. It was a little less on the left, which made people feel a little awkward at first glance, but when they looked at it again, they felt very harmonious.

...so familiar.

"Is this... the name of Mr. Xie Jiu?"

The eunuch thought he was strange about this typo, and replied casually: "That's right. Mr. Xie Jiu did not like to follow the rules since he was a child, and he often did whatever he wanted when writing. He lost one piece here and another one piece there. Later, Mr. Xie found a way to punish Mr. Xie Jiu to copy a lot of classics and books before he corrected it."

Murong Zhao's heart trembled. He slowly said, "Young Master Xie Jiu... Have you ever dressed as a woman when you were young?" There was an undetectable tremor in his voice.

The eunuch general manager was surprised for a moment when he heard this. Since Xie Muzhi became famous, the Xie family deliberately erased this passage for his sake, and the people who were familiar with it also consciously banished him. If it were someone else's question, he would be afraid that he would still pretend to be stupid, but when the future emperor spoke, he naturally knew everything: "This... I heard that Mr. Xie Jiu was weak and sick when he was young, Mrs. Xie often dressed him up as a girl, and he often came to the palace in the past. Later, Mrs. Xie showed his talent, and someone made fun of this joke, which made Mr. Xie angry. After he scolded the man a little, no one dared to mention it again..."

Countless pictures flashed through Murong Zhao's mind. At first sight, Ajiu, who seemed intimate and familiar to him, saw the wind chime, and the strange eyes when he heard him say "the relics of an old friend"... The vague "Sister Mu"'s wise eyebrows and eyes gradually overlapped with Ajiu...

Everything seems to have an answer.

Murong Zhao was silent for a long time, with a look of joy and sorrow on his face. Suddenly, he remembered his previous order, turned around and strode out, pursed his lips: "Come here, let's go to Yongjia Palace." He paused, and ordered, "Go and invite Mr. Xie Jiu to enter the palace and serve him well in my bedroom."

He wanted to listen to the man's explanation with his own ear. He had clearly recognized himself, right? If he was hiding it from him because of the reason that "he didn't want people to know that he was wearing women's clothing", Murong Zhao narrowed his eyes coldly, and he must teach the man a lesson... He had not written to him for the past two years.

The eunuch on the side hesitated and replied: "Your Highness, Mr. Xie Jiu has entered the palace just now... to the direction of Yongjia Palace."

Murong Zhao's heart twitched and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Yongjia Palace.

After just experiencing the pain of losing her son, Concubine Xie was not panicked after finding out that she was under house arrest. She was tired and waiting for the final outcome.

——Until the strange eunuch held the wine pot and jade cup in front of her.

Concubine Xie slowly raised her head and looked around. The female eunuchs lowered their heads and dared not look at her.

She trembled slightly and asked, "What is this for?"

The young eunuch with a tender face looked respectful, but there was a slight disdain in his eyes. He said sarcastically: "Your Majesty specially left an order before his death and asked the concubine to die with you."

Concubine Xie's voice was sharp: "Nonsense! Your Majesty has never had such a decree!" She had been buried with a living person for a long time in Daxia, not to mention that she was from the Xie family and had a noble status...

The little eunuch smiled strangely. Concubine Xie looked at his unscrupulous appearance and his heart tightened. She turned her head and saw the female official who served her since childhood covered her face and knelt on the ground without saying a word.

...She suddenly woke up. No matter what agreement they reached later, now, she... has been given up by Xie.

Concubine Xie shook her body and was shaking. Since her Xu'er died, the cold chill spread throughout her body again.

"Empress, please." The little eunuch urged a little impatiently.

Concubine Xie sneered, her hands gradually tightened and loosened, and she fell on the couch.

She also has her grandson... She hasn't watched him grow up, get married, have children...

Concubine Xie looked into the distance blankly, and suddenly became stunned.

At the entrance of the hall, a light-colored figure suddenly appeared.

The little eunuch was impatient. He poured out a glass of wine in a rough manner, rolled up his sleeves, and ordered gloomyly: "Come on, let's take the imperial concubine to the road."

No one has any action.

The little eunuch suddenly felt unhappy. He turned around and wanted to scold him, but he was facing a pair of cold eyes like frosty and snow. Once those eyes that always smiled, they would have an indescribable deterrence.

The little eunuch shook his hand and the wine spilled most of it. He simply put down his glass and tried to calm down, "It turned out to be Mr. Xie Jiu..."

Mu Zhi didn't even look at him, and walked straight to Concubine Xie and protected her behind her.

The tears that Concubine Xie did not shed when she was abandoned by her family suddenly burst out from her eyes.

Just as she was about to let her nephew go away and not do stupid things, the little eunuch couldn't help but say, "What's Mr. Xie doing?" He sneered, "Can you be buried with the concubine for the concubine?"

Mu Zhi couldn't help but coughed twice and laughed: "What's wrong?"

Concubine Xie grabbed his hand, but he pushed it away gently and unwillingly. Mu Zhi said quietly: "I heard from His Highness Yong that if someone in the Xie family is willing to bury his aunt for his aunt, it is okay." He picked up the wine pot, poured down a glass of wine gracefully, and turned to look at Concubine Xie and smiled, "Aru now has a broken body, and he is in danger of protection. But my aunt and the prince are waiting for you to teach, take care of your health."

After saying that, without waiting for everyone to react, he had already raised his head calmly and drank it all in one go.

The poison in the wine mixed with the strange poison from the Western Regions on him, and it broke out quickly. Soon he had only had time to chuckled and said, "Good wine", and his consciousness gradually lost and fell to the ground.

"Come here! I will pass on the imperial physician!" Concubine Xie finally collapsed. She waved the wine pot on the tray and fell to the ground with a shrill voice.

The wine pot fell to the ground, and instantly split into pieces, fragments scattered, making a harsh sound.

The people who were stunned in the spot finally realized and went to see the leading eunuch at a loss.

Murong Zhao strides into the hall and sees this scene.

The chaos in the hall was no longer in his eyes. When he saw the scattered wine and blood on the corners of his mouth on the ground and his chest no longer showed up, Murong Zhao felt that his blood was frozen.

In three days, this person will be crowned.
Chapter completed!