When Nangong Fang took the second pill, he did not notice anything unusual.
However, when he woke up the next morning, he was surprised to find that his originally gray hair had become black and shiny overnight, and the wrinkles on his face were significantly reduced.
This sudden change made him ecstatic, and he firmly believed that this pill had extraordinary efficacy and could be called a miracle drug.
In order to continue to obtain this magical elixir, Nangong Fang immediately decided to promote Fang Niang's status and make her a concubine.
The purpose of his doing this was not only to commend Fang Niang, but also to stabilize her and ensure that he could continue to obtain this elixir of immortality.
Nangong Fang secretly planned in his heart that once he truly achieved immortality, he would kill Fang Niang without hesitation to keep the secret.
Fang Niang looked at Nangong Fang's departing back, a hint of coldness and disdain flashing in her eyes.
She knew very well that this so-called miracle drug was actually a chronic poison.
Recalling what Miss Shen said when she gave her this elixir, she couldn't help but sigh at its remarkable effect. If she hadn't known about it in advance, she would probably be deceived by the seemingly magical effect.
The next morning, Song Jiao was still in a sweet dream when she was awakened by the discussions outside the door.
She listened attentively and heard people talking about how the emperor had become much younger overnight, as if he had obtained an elixir of immortality.
While Liu'er was dressing Song Jiao, she excitedly told her the news: "Miss, the elixir you gave Fang Niang earlier was truly amazing! Now the whole world is talking about the emperor's miraculous transformation. They all say that he has obtained the elixir of immortality!"
Song Jiao smiled slightly when she heard this, feeling secretly proud.
She had already anticipated that this pill would bring such a sensational effect. Next, as long as he continued to take the medicine, the effect would be even more significant.
Fifteen days later, Nangong Fang's body underwent earth-shaking changes.
He seemed to have returned to his youth and completely transformed into a strong man of about thirty years old.
His face was full of vitality and he looked young and vigorous, as if time had left no trace on him.
However, this change did not make him more focused on state affairs, but instead made him more and more addicted to the pleasures of the harem.
He attended court less and less, and spent every day and night wandering around the bedrooms of his concubines. He was indifferent to the memorials and advice from the ministers of the previous dynasty.
Shen Yao began to feel unprecedented panic at this time.
According to her memories of her previous life, the emperor should only have three months left to live, but the man in front of her was full of new life.
This sudden change made her feel at a loss, and the panic in her heart grew like weeds.
The wound on Nangong Ze's body had just healed, and he rushed into Shen Yao's yard with full of anger.
As soon as he saw Shen Yao, he slapped him without hesitation and roared angrily: "What did you tell me before? That my father only has three months to live at most? He is going to die soon? Look at what he looks like now? Does he look like someone who is about to die?"
Shen Yao was slapped so hard that the corner of his mouth bled. He lost his balance and hit the table, almost falling to the ground.
She struggled to get up, crawled on her knees in front of Nangong Ze, and explained anxiously: "Your Highness, the future I predicted is indeed like this! It must be Shen Yufu's doing. On the day of the wedding, she even asked me if the future I predicted would really come true? She must have changed something!"
Shen Yao didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to shout excitedly: "It must be her, she is also reborn! Only those who are reborn can change their fate!"
Nangong Ze angrily kicked Shen Yao away and sneered: "You said a crazy woman was reborn? Would a reborn person look like her?"
Because of this woman, Shen Yao, and the future she predicted, Nangong Ze chose to make her his concubine.
He had believed her prophecy and hoped that his father's death would allow him to ascend the throne smoothly. However, now everything has changed.
He saw that his father was not only in good health but had even regained his youth, and panic surged in his heart like a tide.
If immortality is really possible, then wouldn't he be the crown prince for the rest of his life?
This thought made him feel unprecedented despair and unwillingness.
No, this is absolutely not possible! He will never allow this to happen.
No one, not even his father, could stop his determination to ascend the throne.
He began to secretly contact his grandfather and others, plotting a coup.
At the same time, Song Jiao lived a leisurely and comfortable life.
Every day she either lies down and reads storybooks, or eats melons and watches a play.
When she learned that Nangong Ze had contacted Chen Yue, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This was a plan she and Shen's father had discussed long ago. Since the prince wanted to rebel, let them send troops with justification.
Half a month passed in a flash, and the war was already approaching the city.
Nangong Ze thought he was in power and confidently led his supporters to force the emperor to abdicate.
His heart was filled with ecstasy and anticipation of ascending the throne, and he stepped into the imperial study without any precautions.
However, what he didn't expect was that this turned out to be a trap.
When he saw Nangong Fang, anger and greed clouded his mind.
He drew his sword without hesitation and stabbed it into Nangong Fang's chest.
Blood spurted out, staining his hands and clothes red. He drew his sword and looked coldly at Nangong Fang as he fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, his eyes wide open in death.
"You deserve to die!" Nangong Ze roared, "You are obviously going to die, why are you still pursuing immortality? After you die, all of this will be mine!" He laughed wildly, as if he had already seen the moment when he ascended the throne.
However, at this moment, Song Jiao led a group of ministers and pushed the door open.
She announced loudly: "The prince killed the king and usurped the throne. He deserves to be put to death!" As her words fell, the people who had followed Nangong Ze pointed their swords at him.
Nangong Ze looked at the scene in astonishment, staring at Song Jiao in disbelief, "What...what are you going to do?" he asked stutteringly.
"I am His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! You must all listen to me!" He tried to save the situation, but it was no avail.
Song Jiao smiled, turned and walked towards the inkstone in the imperial study.
She picked up the brush in her hand, her eyes revealing a playful expression. "Just now you were His Royal Highness, but not now. You are just a villain who killed the king and usurped the throne, and murdered your own father."
Nangong Ze's face was ashen as death. He finally realized that he had fallen into a trap.
He stared at Song Jiao hatefully, "Chen Yufu, you will not die well! You planned all this, didn't you?"
"You deserve to die! So your previous madness was all fake?"
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