The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

Emperor Daxing stared at Zhao Xuanji, and he gasped a few times before signaling Zhao Xuanji and the others to leave.

After Zhao Xuanji retreated, Emperor Daxing turned his head to look at Li Chen and said with difficulty: “You, hurry up.”

After saying that, Emperor Daxing coughed violently.

His lungs were like leaking air, emitting a terrifying ho-ho sound, and Li Chen hurriedly called the imperial doctor over.

The imperial physician stabbed Emperor Daxing twice, and after taking another piece of medicine, he bowed his hand to Li Chen and said, “Your Royal Highness, the emperor has passed out again.”

Li Chen looked at the emperor lying on the dragon bed, his face as white and scary as paper gold, remembering what he said to himself in the end, he couldn’t help but tighten his heart, and asked in a low voice: “Father, how much time is left?” The

imperial physician looked embarrassed and said: “His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Wei Chen said a big disrespectful word, if it is someone else, the emperor is so sick, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on for a long time, and now he is completely relying on the emperor’s willpower to hang a breath, when this breath is dispersed, that is, when he returns to the sky… At most, no more than three or five months. A

strong sense of urgency arose, and Li Chen asked, “Three or five months?” Can’t hold out for half a year? The

imperial physician hurriedly knelt down and said, “Weichen and others must do their best, but sometimes Weichen and others can only do their best and resign themselves to the fate of heaven.”

Exhaling, Li Chen said: “If the palace knows, everything will have the Lao Imperial Doctors.”

“Ministers and other things do not dare to be praised.”

Stepping out of the Qianqing Palace, Li Chen raised his eyes and saw Zhao Xuanji standing outside the hall with his hands hanging down expressionlessly.

The others had already left first, and Zhao Xuanji was still here, naturally waiting for Li Chen.

“Shousuke.”

“His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.”

The two looked at each other, each suppressing the murderous intention of each other in their hearts.

“Just now, how sincere is Shousuke’s guarantee in front of his father?” Li Chen said indifferently.

Zhao Xuanji said calmly: “The words from the bottom of my heart are naturally very sincere.

Li Chen laughed and said, “Then there will be Lao Shoufu.”

Zhao Xuanji bowed and said, “The old minister retreated.” The

two said a few very nutritious words, which seemed completely worthless, and the words never mentioned the previous incident of the East Palace forcing the palace.

But Zhao Xuanji deliberately waited for Li Chen, and these two conversations between the two could be regarded as tacit understanding to put an end to the matter of the East Palace.

If Zhao Xuanji does not wait for Li Chen, or if Li Chen does not pay attention to Zhao Xuanji, then it proves that the matter of the East Palace is not over, and the two will definitely continue to fight now.

This is not a good option for either side.

The matter of forcing the palace is put aside for the time being, and Li Chen does not have to break the cauldron and sink the boat.

Each other, tacitly.

Squinting at Zhao Xuanji’s figure leaving, the sense of urgency in Li Chen’s heart not only did not ease with the official end of this East Palace forcing incident, but became more and more urgent.

An old fox like Zhao Xuanji, if he fails to strike the first time, then there must be a second time, and if he does it the second time, he must be more completely prepared and completely let himself never turn over.

Now the strength on hand is still too weak, the real reliance is the Daxing Emperor lying in the Qianqing Palace behind him, but when the Daxing Emperor dies is not certain, once the day the emperor dies, he does not have enough power to overturn Zhao Xuanji, then it is himself who dies.

All the way back to the East Palace, inside the Xi Zheng Hall, Li Chen was stunned by the jade pei in his hand.

“Three Treasures.” Li Chen suddenly spoke.

The Three Treasures appeared like ghosts, crouching in front of Xi Zheng Hall, listening to Li Chen’s orders.

“Go, and cut off the door of Sun Boli’s old husband.”

Li Chen narrowed his eyes and said, “It just so happens that the treasury is still short of silver, so let’s take Sun Boli’s family property to make up the numbers.”

“This palace knows that you want to kill Sun Boli, so this palace will do whatever you want, but the poor of this palace, you must also be good.”

Sanbao was overjoyed and said busily: “The slave is willing to go to the soup for the prince, and she will do whatever she wants.”

With a faint smile, Li Chen said: “Go, check the bottom of the Great General’s Mansion in detail, this palace is of great use.”

“The slave takes orders.”

After the Three Treasures Eunuch left, Li Chen immediately received a report that Liu Sichun was coming.

“The people’s daughter Liu Sichun, see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Prince Chitose, Chitose, Chitose.”

Li Chen looked at Liu Sichun, who was dressed in plain clothes, although according to the etiquette system, she could not wear silk, but only clothes woven from linen and cotton.

But Li Zhi was born with it, and the simple clothes not only did not make her look shabby, but also had a more chic taste.