At two o'clock in the afternoon, Hua Qingcheng and Han Yichen left the dining hall and walked towards the gate of Xiangyang Temple.

"Your Highness, Han Liang's side."

As Hua Qingcheng and Han Yichen were walking out of one palace after another, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind them. Hua Qingcheng turned around and saw a familiar figure.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor?"

Hua Qingcheng looked at An Zihao, who was wearing an indigo palace dress and walking towards her, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Your humble servant pays respect to Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess!"

"Your Majesty, there's no need to be so polite. I'm just going on an incognito tour today and don't want to mobilize a large army."

Just as An Zihao bowed and prepared to salute, Hua Qingcheng stopped him in time. An Zihao had come in all his attire, but Hua Qingcheng had only come to have some fun and some quiet time; she didn't want to become the center of attention because of An Zihao.

"Yes, Your Highness. The Emperor has not been sleeping well at night recently, so I came to Xiangyang Temple to pray for the Emperor." An Zihao stood up with the help of his personal palace maid Xiao Xinzi, and looked at Hua Qingcheng and Han Yichen with a loving face.

"Your Majesty Emperor An is very thoughtful. If the Queen Mother knew how thoughtful and considerate you are, she would definitely feel relieved." Hua Qingcheng praised him lightly.

"I am deeply apprehensive, but this is my duty." An Zihao was a little humble in front of Hua Qingcheng, but at least his manners were impeccable.

"Achen is not feeling well, so I'm afraid it's inconvenient for him to pay his respects to His Majesty Emperor An. I think His Majesty Emperor An won't mind, right?" Hua Qingcheng looked at An Zihao with a little caution.

Although Hua Qingcheng had promised Han Yichen that if she ever reached a high position, she would make him an imperial noble, Han Yichen wasn't one yet. In terms of seniority and status, Han Yichen did have to pay his respects to An Zihao, but he had a protective wife...

"Of course. Han Liangce is now pregnant with the offspring of a phoenix, so naturally she should give priority to having an heir. I am not someone who does not know the big picture." An Zihao smiled slightly, looking dignified, elegant and generous.

"Your Majesty, An Huang, is indeed worthy of being the most favored handsome man in the six palaces. He doesn't look like he's over thirty at all. Instead, he looks as handsome as a man in his early twenties."

Han Yichen's narrow, almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye trembled slightly, but he looked at An Zihao meaningfully, his eyes full of scrutiny.

This noble Lord Emperor An was not only poisoned by Han Shuying's "Ice Soul and Snow Spirit", but also by his "Beauty Withering". After he stopped using the medicine, he should have had a head of white hair and his face should have become increasingly withered.

But now, looking closely at An Zihao, he was as beautiful as a virgin, with skin as white as cream and a head of shiny black hair. He exuded a vibrant energy. This... was obviously irrational! Han Yichen couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Han Liang is really good at talking when he turns his mouth sideways. No wonder he can win the favor of Her Highness the Princess."

An Zihao, who thought Han Yichen was shocked by his extraordinary beauty, first touched his fair, tender and handsome face, and then stroked his black and shiny hair. He covered his lips with his hand and smiled slightly. He looked radiant and charming.

"I have something important to attend to, so I'll leave first. Your Excellency, please make your own way."

Seeing Han Yichen actually staring at the handsome An Zihao, Hua Qingcheng thought that he was worried about becoming ugly due to pregnancy and felt uncomfortable, so she grabbed his hand and prepared to leave.

"Farewell, Her Royal Highness." An Zihao bowed slightly and watched Hua Qingcheng and Han Yichen leave.

"Your Majesty An, Master Wang has been waiting for a long time." Seeing his master staring at Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess and Han Liang in a daze, Xiao Xinzi reminded him at the right time.

"Well, let's go."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the dormitory of Wang Zhenyi, the abbot of Xiangyang Temple.

"Wulian Tianzun!"

"Your Majesty, the Emperor, has come to visit us. I am sorry for not coming to greet you!"

Wang Zhenyi, dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, shook the whisk in his hand and bowed to An Zihao solemnly.

"Master, there's no need to be so polite."

An Zihao also bowed reverently to Wang Zhenyi, and then sat cross-legged on a cushion in the room.

"Master, you are truly a god! Your elixir of youth is truly miraculous, like a withered tree reborn in spring. I am very pleased with it. I have only been taking it for a little over ten days, and I already look radiant, as if I had been reborn."

An Zihao caressed his handsome face lovingly, apparently extremely satisfied with his current appearance.

"Your Majesty An is naturally beautiful. The golden elixir is just the icing on the cake for you." Wang Zhenyi flattered.

"The Taoist priest said before that if I take ten anti-aging pills, I can maintain my beauty. Do you really mean that?" An Zihao asked anxiously.

What An Zihao wanted wasn't just temporary beauty, but eternal youth. He couldn't bear the thought of waking up in the mirror and seeing his hair turning white, his hair turning black, and his face covered in wrinkles...

"Your Majesty, Emperor An, ten elixirs of youth preservation can ensure that you will not age as rapidly as before, but if you want to maintain your beauty for a lifetime, that... that is naturally impossible. It can only be said that compared to people of the same age, you will age more slowly." Wang Zhenyi flicked the whisk in his hand, looking like an immortal.

"Master, are you implying that there's a way to maintain beauty for a lifetime?" An Zihao asked excitedly.

"Your Majesty An, this matter is neither easy nor difficult." Wang Zhenyi stroked the beard on his chin and spoke with an unfathomable look on his face.

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details." An Zihao clenched his fists to suppress the excitement in his heart.

"As long as you take one hundred Rejuvenating Golden Pills, you will naturally achieve the wish of Emperor An. However... this kind of heaven-defying elixir is refined from rare treasures that are hard to find in a thousand years. The raw materials alone are not easy to find, and the production is extremely complicated..." Wang Zhenyi glanced at An Zihao leisurely and said meaningfully.

"Although the Taoist priest is a layman, he is kind and generous, helping the poor. I am willing to donate money to Xiangyang Temple for the Taoist priest to use in his charitable work. I just don't know the specific amount..." The sound of the strings revealed the meaning. An Zihao was a shrewd man, and his words were solemn and dignified.

"Your Majesty, Emperor An, may not know this, but this Anti-aging Golden Elixir was created by the Imperial Preceptor of Zhaoyang State. The Imperial Preceptor dislikes neither gold nor silver, but is only interested in iron..."

"iron?"

An Zihao's handsome brows knitted slightly when he heard this. Did the other party even know exactly how much he had in his possession?

Ten days ago, An Zihao accidentally heard that the abbot of Xiangyang Temple in the north of the city had a beauty pill. With the intention of giving it a try, he went to Xiangyang Temple. The abbot, Wang Zhenyi, was kind enough to give him a beauty pill for free.

As the saying goes, "A tree may grow from an unintended planting." Compared to purchasing the pricey elixir from Divine Doctor Xuanqing to maintain a temporary beauty, the allure of the Golden Elixir of Youth was clearly much greater. Having tasted its sweetness for the first time, An Zihao had already made his heart set on the Golden Elixir of Youth.

However, now the owner of the golden elixir wanted something in his hand in exchange, and An Zihao's eyes were suddenly filled with hesitation.