Chapter 1973 [Shangxie] learned
Afterwards, the palace maid talked about something else, but Changsun Chi could no longer hear it.
He stared at the ceiling expressionlessly, not noticing when the maid left.
It was not until a long time later that he slowly sat up from the bed.
The scattered black hair covered his back, framing his pale and expressionless face.
Even during the day, the doors and windows of the Zichen Hall were tightly closed, so only a very small amount of sunlight could filter in through the windows, and most of the room was as dark as at night.
There were countless wine jars piled up in the corner, as if to make it convenient for the emperor to drink wine at any time.
The aroma of wine filled the air. In the past, it was like a drug addiction that he always accepted and enjoyed with disgust and self-abandonment. For the first time, it made him feel a crazy and dark hatred.
The man sat in the dark for a moment, then slowly got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.
On the way, he passed by a wine jar that had broken into pieces on the ground at some point, but he stepped over it without even noticing. The shards of porcelain scratched his feet, leaving a trail of scarlet footprints.
He walked to the door of the hall, and the sunlight shone through the windows onto his eyes, making them look as warm and shining as amber. However, he squinted slightly and stretched out his hand to block the sunlight.
Like a pale ghost that can only wander in the night and cannot see the sunlight.
He stretched out his hand and pressed on the door of the palace, as if he wanted to push it open, but in the end, even with his teeth clenched, he still couldn't push the door open.
The hand pressing on the door slowly clenched into a fist, and veins bulged on the back of the hand.
It was as if there was a ferocious beast running in his blood, but he was forcibly suppressing it in this magnificent palace that was heavily locked.
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When Xia Fuyi woke up again, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place.
Or perhaps he was not unfamiliar with it. Those gorgeous and luxurious furnishings, and the winding curtains drooping and swaying in the wind, were clearly of the same standard as those in the Zichen Palace.
It was not until this moment that she finally had the time and courage to think about some questions, questions that had been inevitable since she met Li Chi and learned of his true identity.
As the emperor of Chiwei, the most powerful nation on the Shenzhou Continent, how could he have quietly appeared in Taixu Mountain with only a single guard a few months ago? And how could he be seriously ill and need medicine at his side?
Xia Fuyi stared blankly at the top of her head, and thought of the man she first saw in the palace, immersed in the night, as dangerous and decadent as a poppy.
And why... as the emperor, would he lock himself in the palace in the dead of night, drinking jar after jar of wine? He coughed so violently, and no one came to help?
Isn’t the emperor above everyone else?
As I was thinking aimlessly, footsteps suddenly sounded in the room.
She didn't even turn her head and continued to stare blankly.
Chang Sun Qingzhao walked to the bedside and lifted the curtain. Seeing the girl's expressionless face without even looking at him, he smiled and asked slowly,
"Are you hungry?"
Xia Fuyi was still looking straight up, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question.
"How many imperial guards are there in the palace?"
Chang Sun Qingzhao raised his eyebrows.
"Twenty thousand."
"How long do you think it will take me to finish killing them all?"
The man narrowed his eyes, looked at the girl who spoke arrogantly and said with a slight sneer,
"You think I won't kill you?"
"If you wanted to kill me, why didn't you do it yesterday?"
Xia Fuyi finally turned around to look at him. There was no emotion in her eyes, but the pure color revealed a hint of calmness that seemed to see through everything.
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