I died tragically in my previous life, and I want to be an empress in my next life

The emperor's condition worsened day by day. He coughed every day and his face was as pale as paper, which made the court panic. The imperial doctors tried their best, but still could not save the emperor's life.

At this critical moment, the whereabouts of the Sixth Prince became the most concerned issue for everyone. As the emperor's most beloved son, he was a popular candidate for the throne, but he disappeared.

Xuanyuan Ping was very proud at this time. He had already made secret plans and won over a group of ministers loyal to him, forming a huge power network.

With the emperor seriously ill and the sixth prince missing, he had almost taken control of half of the court.

However, the situation in the court was unpredictable, and various forces were fighting openly and secretly. Even though he controlled most of the power in the court, there were still people who were unwilling to succumb to his tyranny.

Although Xuanyuan Ping had temporarily gained the upper hand, he also knew that his position was not stable. At this moment, he wished that the emperor would die soon so that he could ascend the throne openly and realize his ambitions.

During these days, Xuanyuan Ping went to the palace every day to serve the emperor. On the surface, he was concerned about the emperor's condition, but in fact he was speculating when the emperor's condition would deteriorate to the point where it could not be reversed.

He kept a close eye on the emperor's movements so that he could take action at critical moments to ensure that he could ascend the throne smoothly.

On this day, Xuanyuan Ping entered the palace as usual and walked hurriedly towards the emperor's bedroom. He held a bowl of medicine in his hand, but there was a barely perceptible gloom in his eyes.

He carried a bowl of medicine and slowly walked to the emperor's bed, "Father, the medicine is ready, you should drink it."

The emperor was lying on the couch, his face pale, his eyes cloudy, and he looked exhausted. He heard Xuanyuan Ping's footsteps and opened his eyes slightly.

"Is there still no news about Che'er?" The emperor's voice was a little hoarse.

Xuanyuan Ping paused, his face darkening instantly. He pursed his lips tightly, and did not answer immediately, his anger surging like a tide.

The emperor's preference and expectation for Xuanyuan Che was something he could never replace. They were both his sons, so why did this old man only have Xuanyuan Che in his heart?

He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He couldn't let the emperor see his dissatisfaction and anger, at least not now.

So, he readjusted his expression, walked to the emperor's bed, and said in a calm tone: "Father, I have been trying my best to find out about Sixth Prince's affairs. Please rest assured, I will report to you immediately once I have any news."

The emperor looked at him with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes. Xuanyuan Ping knew that this was just the emperor's obsession with Xuanyuan Che. He sneered in his heart, but had to continue to play the role of a filial son.

He picked up the medicine bowl, blew on it gently, and then handed it to the emperor, "Father, drink the medicine first."

The emperor's eyes were like torches, and although they looked a little tired, they were still as sharp as a knife. He stared at Xuanyuan Ping, as if trying to read something from his deep eyes. That gaze was like an invisible chain, tightly binding Xuanyuan Ping, making him feel an unprecedented pressure.

Xuanyuan Ping could not help but avoid the emperor's gaze. He did not dare to look him in the eye. He was afraid that the anger and dissatisfaction deep in his heart would burst out at this moment. He did not understand why, as the emperor's son, he had never received his father's love and attention.

His biological mother, the obscure and lowly maid in the palace, was once a pain in his heart that he could not speak of. Whenever he saw other princes acting like spoiled brats in front of the emperor, he would always feel a pang of pain.

Why, although he is also a prince, he seems to be a forgotten transparent person and has never really entered the emperor's sight?

At this moment, even though he was the only one standing in front of the emperor, the emperor's gaze never lingered on him for a moment. He seemed to be an insignificant bystander, excluded from this drama of deep affection between father and son.

Xuanyuan Ping clenched his fists and tried to suppress the anger in his heart. He knew that he couldn't do anything rash at this moment. He had to stay calm and rational in order to survive in this game of power.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He looked up at the emperor, a smile on his face, and said in a soft voice, "Father, don't worry, I will do my best to share your worries and ensure the stability of the court."

He walked out of the bedroom door, his face becoming even gloomier. He knew he had to act faster.

Although Xuanyuan Che was seriously injured in the last ambush, his trace has not been found yet. Now he is not sure whether he is dead or alive. He cannot let Xuanyuan Che come back before him, otherwise all his plans will be in vain.

Xuanyuan Ping returned from the palace with a face as gloomy as the sky covered with dark clouds, and his expression was extremely nervous. After returning to his mansion, he immediately summoned Zhang Musheng and several confidants to hold a secret meeting in the study.

In the study, the lights flickered and the atmosphere was solemn.

Xuanyuan Ping sat at the table, his brows furrowed, his eyes sharp. He glanced at everyone present and asked in a deep voice, "Is there still no news about Xuanyuan Che?"

A general immediately stood up and responded respectfully, "Your Highness, I have sent many people to investigate, but have not yet found any trace of the Sixth Prince. We have people guarding the city gates and are ready to intercept the Sixth Prince if he enters the city."

Zhang Musheng also added, "The Jinwu Guards, the Imperial Guards, etc. are all under our control. As long as the Sixth Prince shows up, we will be able to find out immediately."

However, Xuanyuan Ping was not relieved. He knew that although they controlled most of the power in the capital, Xuanyuan Che's disappearance was still a huge hidden danger. As long as he was not found, he might appear. Therefore, regardless of life or death, he must find Xuanyuan Che as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Ping's eyes became sharper. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Continue to increase the intensity of the search and find Xuanyuan Che in the shortest possible time!

It was late at night and Pei Zhiyan was still awake. When she heard the noise coming from Xuanyuan Ping's study, she knew that Xuanyuan Ping was about to take action, so she immediately sent people out of the city overnight.