After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

"Uncle Emperor doesn't know that little Po loves to drop golden beans."

Xuanyuan Fengran exerted force and pulled Abao closer, raising his hand to wipe her tears.

"Don't cry, if someone comes in later, they will think that the emperor's uncle is disrespectful and is bullying little Abao."

Po was amused.

But she had just cried so hard that a snot bubble popped out of the tip of her nose.

Xuanyuan Fengran pursed his lips and tried to hold back his laughter. A Bao felt embarrassed and annoyed, and was so angry that he didn't want to pay any attention to him.

It was deep in the night, and the candlelight was warm in the small house.

But to the west of the palace shrouded in darkness, in the eerie and terrifying West Prison, a masked man in black sneaked into the most heavily guarded cell No. A.

The assassin, who was hung on the iron torture rack, was covered in blood and hanging by a thread.

The masked man in black stuffed a green pill into the assassin's mouth, then pinched the assassin's chin, and with a click, the green pill was swallowed by the assassin.

Everything happened in just a short moment. The masked man in black disappeared silently in the heavily guarded Western Prison like a ghost just as he had come.

An hour later, while Po was cooking Tremella and lotus seed soup, he heard the news of the assassin's death.

She looked into the room and saw Xuanyuan Fengran leaning against the window, wiping his sword.

That sword actually looked like a knife. It was silver all over, thin and sharp, and could cut through iron like mud.

In the legend of the undefeated Man-Slaughter King, that sword had drunk the blood of countless people.

Perhaps the inquiry in her eyes was too deep, so he looked back.

The silhouettes of the two of them were separated by a courtyard. Although the east courtyard was not big, the old trees were covered with snow. Even in the snowstorm, the moonlight was sad and bleak.

A Bao couldn't help but wonder, Xuanyuan Fengran was so meticulous in his actions, how did he escape from an assassination case in his previous life?

But Xuanyuan Fengran didn't seem to care about the assassin's death at all. Suddenly, his eyes moved away from her face and fell on the small pot beside her hand.

"Xiao Abao, if you continue to cook your Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup, it will turn into ash."

When he looked down, he saw that the soup base was almost burnt out, so Abao hurriedly picked up the pot and put out the fire.

Doctor Zhang is knowledgeable and experienced, and was asked by Gu Qijue to test the poison.

After returning, he went to the East Court to find Her Royal Highness the Princess and reported everything he knew in detail. "The assassin died in a horrible way. His tongue had rotted into a pulp, and his intestines were punctured and rotten. According to the coroner from the West Prison, he was poisoned, but we don't know what kind of poison it was."

A Bao said silently: It’s my mother’s fault.

Sure enough, within two or three moments, new news came from Old Doctor Zhang.

"I have found it in ancient books. It is a poison called Yuan Niang. This poison comes from a rare poisonous grass that only grows in dry sandy land. The hotter it is, the better this poisonous grass grows."

A Bao was not surprised at all, but asked deliberately.

"Where does this poisonous weed grow?"

"Among the sixteen tribes of the northern barbarians, the Ashile tribe has the sacred mountain Chiyan." The old doctor replied: "According to ancient records, only the old witch of the Ashile tribe knows the secret method of refining Yuan Niang."

Po nodded silently and looked up at the sky.

There are no stars tonight, only a cool moon and dark clouds, as if the sky is about to fall.

Afterwards, Gu Qijue took his tiger guards and searched house to house for suspicious persons.

There was a huge uproar and the streets were in chaos.

Three hours after the assassin's death, A Bao followed the imperial edict and entered the Taiji Hall to meet the old emperor.

As soon as I entered the Xuanshi Hall, I heard the old emperor roaring angrily.

"You barbarians who still have evil intentions! How dare you dare to attack Daqi! How despicable!"

The emperor was furious, and Po's heart felt like it was hanging on a wire.

After entering the Xuanshi Hall and looking around, she found that there were only three people there: her, the old emperor, and Gu Qijue.

The old emperor puffed his beard and glared, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Ah Bao brought the white fungus and lotus seed soup in the jade bowl and said filially, "It has been snowing and cold these days. I have made lotus seed soup for you. Please drink some and take care of yourself."

The old emperor was still angry, but when he saw the bowl of lotus seed soup, he was comforted and sighed, "You are filial."

As A Bao helped the old emperor sit back on the imperial couch, he said respectfully, "It is the duty of a son to think about you all the time."

The old emperor finished a whole bowl of lotus seed soup and finally calmed down a little.

At this time, A Bao also heard the whole story from Gu Qijue.