"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

…

Looking at An Zihao who was almost fainting, Xiao Xinzi hurriedly helped him back to the bed together with the palace servants.

"You go out first! Also, you didn't see anything just now, do you understand?" Xiao Xinzi glanced at the panicked palace people and said slowly.

For the slaves, their masters share the same fate, and if their masters are well, they will also be well. On the contrary, if their masters fall out of favor, the slaves will not be well either.

"Yes, Manager Xin!"

Upon hearing this, the palace maids lowered their heads and eyes, cleaned up the mess on the ground, and then bowed and left with their things.

After everyone left, Xiao Xinzi hurriedly closed the door of the bedroom.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing..."

Xiao Xinzi looked at An Zihao, who was lying on the bed with white hair, a haggard face, and empty eyes, with a look of heartache.

"Xiao Xinzi, am I finished..."

An Zihao tilted his head slightly, his eyes seemingly out of focus as he looked at his personal servant leisurely. His eyes, which once seemed to be able to speak, were now dim and lifeless.

"Your Majesty, you must not give up on yourself! Now, you have become the Emperor, and you are only one step away from the position of Empress..." Xiao Xinzi comforted him.

"hehe……"

"I am in such a miserable state now. Even if I ascend to the throne and become the Emperor's legitimate wife, if I lose the Emperor's favor, what meaning will such honor and favor have for me?"

An Zihao narrowed his eyes slightly, letting the sad tears flow down his face, which was weathered beyond belief for his age.

Yesterday, he looked to be in his early thirties, but now he looks like he is in his forties. How could he not be horrified and devastated?

Of course, An Zihao didn't know at this moment that he would be ten years older tomorrow...

"Your Majesty, I think that for the time being, you should pretend to be sick and temporarily refuse visitors..." Xiao Xinzi advised.

The position of Empress had been vacant for years. Now, An Zihao was a noble prince, the head of the imperial harem. Naturally, those lower-ranking princes would come to pay their respects to him every morning and evening. But An Zihao could not possibly see these people...

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

An Zihao was so disheartened that he had no time to care about anything else.

"Your Majesty," Xiao Xinzi continued after a moment's thought, "Your sudden onset of a strange aging illness is likely the work of someone. Last night, the commander of the inner court guards led over a hundred guards in a massive search for the assassin in Qiongyu Palace. However, despite searching relentlessly, they couldn't find him. Xiao Xinzi believes this assassin might... might actually be someone from Qiongyu Palace!"

"Ouyang Yuming... he does have a strong motive..."

An Zihao, lying on the bed, clenched his fists. His already weathered face now looked even more ferocious and terrifying.

"Your Majesty, it is said that there is a miracle doctor named Xuanqing, who is the fourth elder of Xuanyi Valley. She is best at the art of maintaining youth, which can bring dead trees back to life. She is now in charge of the clinic in the Imperial College. Why don't you go to her for treatment and cure this aging disease?" Xiao Xinzi suggested at the right time.

"Are you serious?"

"Is Xuanqing really that powerful?"

Upon hearing this, An Zihao grabbed the hand of his personal servant Xiao Xinzi tightly, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince is also a student at the Imperial Academy, so he must have heard something about it. This matter is absolutely true, how could I dare to speak nonsense?"

[The fourth prince, Nalan Qingyu, is 14 years old and An Zihao's only son.]

"Alright! I'm leaving the palace today to see this miraculous doctor Xuanqing! Regardless of whether she wants gold or silver, I'm going to let her heal my hair and face, even at any cost..."

An Zihao, lying on the bed with a head full of silver hair, clenched his fists, his slightly haggard eyes gleaming with a determined glint...

…

At six quarters past the hour of Mao, under the careful care of Si Chengfeng, Hua Qingcheng, with her hair styled like a schoolgirl and her neatly stretched school uniform, boarded the carriage to the Imperial College to attend school.

The ones who sent Hua Qingcheng to school today included Feng Wu who drove the carriage and Sanlang Han Yichen, as well as Si Chengfeng who fed Hua Qingcheng from time to time along the way.

"Si Huli, you said you looked so fragile. If an assassin suddenly showed up, they could easily pin you down with just one finger. Why did you still follow me here? Wouldn't it be better... to stay in the yard and embroider?"

In the carriage, Han Yichen and Si Chengfeng stared at each other.

"Qingcheng, Third Brother is right. How about...I should get off the carriage and go back to the East Palace!"

Si Chengfeng lowered his eyes slightly, looking distraught. He stood up and wanted to lift the curtain of the carriage to ask Feng Wu to stop.

"Come back! We've already come out. If you turn back, what if I'm late?" Hua Qingcheng held her forehead helplessly, then pulled Si Chengfeng back and made him sit next to her.

"It's okay, I can walk back by myself..."

Si Chengfeng looked at Hua Qingcheng with his charming eyes full of affection, and then tried to get up again, but his waist was firmly restrained by Hua Qingcheng's hands.

Han Yichen, who was standing by, rolled his eyes speechlessly at Si Huli's outrageous behavior.

"Ouch~"

As soon as the carriage drove out of the palace, Feng Wu stopped it urgently.

Under the influence of inertia, the driver almost fell down, but fortunately Hua Qingcheng hugged his waist and prevented him from falling out.

"Feng Wu, what are you doing?"

Han Yichen lifted the curtain of the carriage with a little displeasure and shouted to the outside. However, at this moment, a figure wearing a blue robe and a blue turban took the opportunity to jump into the carriage.

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