"Ahem......" Chu Mohan was lying on the bed and coughing violently, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, he opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were full of weak exhaustion, and he looked very old and haggard.

"Your Majesty......" Chu Duyun said worriedly.

Chu Mohan shook his head and motioned for him not to speak.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Chu Wanxiang asked anxiously, with tears in her eyes.

Chu Mohan gasped slightly, and after a long time, he barely calmed down. He raised his eyes and stared at Chu Wanxiang: "My body is not as good as before, I'm afraid I won't last long. You can do it yourself."

"No!" Chu Wanxiang shook her head violently, "The concubine is willing to take care of you, please don't leave me alone!"

Chu Mo snorted coldly, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Chu Wanxiang looked at his haggard and weak appearance, and her heart was like a knife. She gritted her teeth and said, "I won't forget who killed Sister Nightfrost! Father, you wait, one day, I will avenge her, avenge you and your mother!"

Chu Mohan still pretended not to hear.

"Father......" Chu Wanxiang called tentatively, wanting to see if he reacted, but Chu Mohan didn't react at all. Chu Wanxiang felt a burst of loss in her heart, and said with tears in her eyes, "Since you are tired, the minister will step down and come to visit you another day."

Then he turned and left.

As soon as she stepped out of the threshold of the dormitory, she suddenly paused, looked back at Chu Mohan, and found that Chu Mohan still maintained his original posture. His eyes were still closed, and he didn't wake up.

Chu Wanxiang breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk towards the door, and as soon as she stepped out of the door of the dormitory, Chu Mo sat up coldly, pulled out the dagger on her chest, and stabbed her throat.

Chu Wanxiang hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it. The dagger was sharp and sharp, cutting through the flesh and blood.

Chu Mo said coldly, "Chu Wanxiang, I don't kill you, it's not because I'm merciful. Merely...... You're still useful."

Chu Wanxiang covered her bubbling shoulders, gritted her teeth and said, "Chu Mohan, you won't succeed, I won't give in!"

"Heh, then we'll see." Chu Mohan threw the sword to the palace maid and lightly ordered, "Send her out of the palace!"

After returning to the palace, Chu Mohan immediately wrote a secret letter and conveyed it to the Northern Underworld.

Chu Wanxiang returned to Kunning Palace, her face was gloomy, and she couldn't see the joy and sorrow, which made people wonder what she was thinking. She sat alone in the room and was silent for a long time.

The palace maid reported: "Niangniang, someone from the imperial hospital is here, please come over."

Chu Wanxiang nodded: "This palace knows."

"Mother." Qiulan walked in with a medicine bowl.

Chu Wanxiang glanced at the tray she was holding in her hand, on which were placed two pairs of medicines, each containing a black soup, exuding a rich and bitter smell.

Qiulan handed her the medicine: "Niangniang, drink the medicine."

Chu Wanxiang glanced at her, picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all. After drinking, she took the empty bowl and said to Qiulan, "This palace wants to bathe, you help this palace prepare hot water."

Qiulan agreed to come down and ordered someone to prepare the water.

After washing and changing clothes, Qiulan pulled a simple bun for Chu Wanxiang.

Chu Wanxiang walked out of the screen and dressed neatly. She sat down in front of the dresser, slowly removed the fat powder from her face, revealing a beautiful face the size of a palm, with a fair and delicate complexion and exquisite facial features. Although her appearance is only middle-upper, she has a smart heroic spirit.

"Mother, the slave will wait for you to freshen up." Qiulan said.

Chu Wanxiang said lightly, "No need, I'll do it myself." You go out first."

"Yes, sis." Qiu Lanfu saluted and exited the inner room.

Chu Wanxiang looked at the unfamiliar faces in the bronze mirror, her mood was complicated, and her thoughts were chaotic.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has arrived." The palace man said respectfully.

The Emperor?

Chu Wanxiang was stunned for a moment before remembering who this person was. What had been her closest friend had become her most hated enemy.

She curled her lips and smiled, "Let him in."

"Yes, sis."

A moment later, a tall, good-looking young man strode in

, with a warm and bright smile on his handsome face, as if he could dispel the coldness of the world.

"Xiang'er, is it really you? You're not dead, are you?" Chu Muchen was excited.

Chu Wanxiang pursed her lips and chuckled, smiling softly and sweetly: "Of course I'm not dead, Brother Mu Chen."

"Great, great! Xiang'er, it's good that you're not dead. Where have you been all these years? I've been looking for you for a long time......" Chu Muchen took her hand and talked about the old days excitedly, his tone trembling and choking, "You know, I'm going crazy looking for you. How can you hide it from me, and it will be four years since you left, making me look like a fool, and I haven't found you all over the mainland. Fortunately, I met King Qin, and he saved you."

Chu Wanxiang comforted him: "Brother Mu Chen, it's not what you imagined...... Actually, it's ......."

Before she finished speaking, she felt a warm and slender hand grip her wrist, and the strength was so great that it almost pinched her.

Chu Duchen raised his head in surprise.

They were standing at the door of the dormitory, Chu Mohan's other hand held Chu Wanxiang's slender and fragile wrist, and the strength was so great that she couldn't help frowning: "Let go of my hand."

Chu Mo laughed coldly, "I want to see who dares to touch my woman!" He let go of Chu Wanxiang's hand and said to Chu Wanxiang in a cold voice, "I'm tired, you go down to rest first."

"I still have something to say to Brother Muchen." Chu Wanxiang refused to compromise, stared at Chu Mohan's eyes and said, "Your Majesty, we shouldn't fall out, you can't drive me away."

"A woman like you, staying by your side will only drag me down!" Chu Mohan roared sharply, his eyes widened, revealing a fierce light, "My country doesn't need a woman to work hard! If you are interested, get out of the palace!"

"What if I don't?" Chu Wanxiang stubbornly raised his face.

Chu Mohan suddenly flicked his sleeves and said coldly, "Then you will die!"

"You ......"

Before Chu Wanxiang's words fell, he punched him, and Chu Wanxiang was caught off guard and fell to the ground, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth. She covered her stomach, struggled to get up, and pointed at Chu Mohan and scolded angrily: "Chu Mohan, why are you beating me?"

"Humph!" Chu Mohan looked at her condescendingly, and sneered, "Just because I am the Ninety-Five Supreme, you are a concubine!" He raised his foot and kicked at Chu Wanxiang, who fell to the ground again.

"Your Majesty, the imperial concubine is weak, and I hope Your Majesty's subordinates will show mercy!" Qiulan was frightened and quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

Chu Duchen also hurriedly rushed over to help Chu Wanxiang. Chu Wanxiang pushed him away and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth: "Chu Mohan, I warn you, don't think that you are the only emperor in this world, I haven't admitted defeat yet."

"Xiang'er, why do you bother?" Chu Duchen was in great pain, "I don't deserve you to pay so much, and I don't deserve you to hurt for me. Xiang'er ......"

"Don't call me Xiang'er." Chu Wanxiang said coldly, "I've forgotten this name, and I hope you never call it again, I feel disgusting to hear."