Chapter 1997 [Shangxie] Xuanyiwei
Each word was filled with murderous intent.
As the pages of the book that was overturned on the table were silently cut apart in mid-air, the atmosphere in the hall was on the verge of breaking out.
The emperor drooped his eyelids and clapped his hands slowly.
After the crisp applause stopped, footsteps were heard outside the door approaching rapidly, gradually surrounding the entire side hall. Then a man in black clothes and a brocade belt walked into the hall, almost filling up half of the side hall.
The pale-faced Changsun Chi smiled, glared at Changsun Qingzhao with a hint of coldness and boredom, and said indifferently in front of the crowd,
"The Prince Regent seems to be drunk today and has barged into the Purple Palace without permission. I am powerless and cannot escort the Prince out of the palace, so I ask you to do it for me."
Qingze, dressed in black, half-knelt down.
"Xuanyiwei obeys the order."
Then he stood up and looked at Changsun Qingzhao with a half-smile and an extremely cold expression.
"Regent, please."
The entire hall was filled with cold shouts.
"Lord Regent, please—"
The black-clad guards stared at Changsun Qingzhao expressionlessly, their hands on their waists as if ready to draw their swords at any time.
This was the first time that the Xuanyi Guards, who had disappeared for many years, appeared in the sun again. Before this, everyone thought that these most loyal guards of the royal family had died on the battlefield of Gumo during the emperor's first campaign.
Chang Sun Qing watched the scene in front of her.
The emperor in his wide red robe and big sleeves looked particularly thin and even weak standing in front of the black-clad guards. But when he raised his eyes lazily and indifferently, he revealed an indestructible and cold soul like steel.
It does not change because of his physical condition or his situation. It is something that is truly engraved in his bones.
It belongs to an emperor, to a general who once fought on the battlefield, and also to a carefree young man who roamed the world without ever being defeated.
Changsun Chi slowly withdrew his gaze and took a last look at Xia Fuyi who was still standing on the couch.
The girl's attention had long been on the emperor.
Those dark, pure eyes reflected the emperor in red, as if they were holding her heart's blood, extremely focused and passionate.
Changsun Qingzhao was stung by that look. He lifted his foot indifferently and walked out of the hall under the watchful eyes of the black-clad guards. His steps were still graceful. When he passed Changsun Chi, he paused and said in a casual voice with a smile,
"The Emperor really surprised me. He has so many cards up his sleeve that I don't know which one to play first."
Lian Tang on the side narrowed his eyes, almost unable to hold back his anger and was about to step forward to speak, but was secretly stopped by Qingze.
Changsun Chi lowered his eyes indifferently until Changsun Qing took the photo of the Zichen Palace. Then he glanced at Qingze, who nodded in understanding and silently left the Zichen Palace with a group of Xuanyi guards.
The palace door was closed behind him. Before the emperor could even look up at Xia Fuyi, he put his fist to his lips and began to cough suppressively.
The voice was rapid and painful, but on the surface it was covered with a layer of indifference that was none of its business.
It was as if the sound that was about to cough out his lungs was not made by him.
Xia Fuyi threw Long Yuan away and jumped off the bed, rushing to his side. She circled around him twice, somewhat bewildered, before asking stiffly,
"Should we ask Lian Tang to come and make the medicine?"
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"……No."
Changsun Chi managed a cold response and then slowly walked towards the window.
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