The maid presented the decoction.

Chen Guang first tried the poison with a silver needle before he asked the maid to come forward to feed the medicine.

But Yue Junchen took the medicine bowl from his maid.

Spoon by spoonful, carefully feed the old emperor's mouth, and then wipe the decoction from the corners of his mouth with a brocade palette.

Mo Yizhi felt that the room was too stuffy and quietly left Wuji Hall, just standing in the corridor breathing fresh air.

The Wuji Palace is built at the highest point of the entire imperial city. Standing here, you can take a look at the scene of the imperial city.

But it was already night now, and all you could see were shadows of pavilions and shadows hanging from afar with the palace lanterns that were flashing.

Soon, Yue Junchen also walked out, stood beside Mo Yizhi, and looked down at the "Imperial City Night" with her.

"Why did Your Highness summon me to the palace?" Mo Yizhi asked out the doubts in his heart.

Yue Junchen was silent for a moment: "Because, I need to stand by my side alone."

Mo Yizhi didn't expect to get such an answer, and she looked at Yue Junchen in a daze.

Under the dark light, there is still a elegant and elegant face with a sharp edge, but it is gone without the handsome smile that is true or false in daily life. Instead, it is replaced by a tight eyebrows, and the perseverance and determination that is about to come.

"This matter will not be delayed for a few days. What is Your Highness' plan?"

Yue Junchen did not answer, but said, "I want to hear your thoughts."

"What do you say about the imperial doctor?"

Yue Junchen shook his head lightly.

Mo Yizhi knew that no one could tell whether the old emperor could survive this time.

Mo Yizhi walked forward a few steps and avoided the guards behind him.

"Have the Emperor... ever left a last order?"

Mo Yizhi's words were really disrespectful, but this matter was not a time to keep inseparable, nor was it a child playing house and playing games. If a mistake was made, it would not only involve the lives of a few people.

Yue Junchen was not displeased by Mo Yizhi's abruptness, but just shook his head lightly: "No."

In history, it is common for princes to compete for the throne, and Mo Yizhi couldn't help but look at the man standing in the wind.

A gust of night wind blew, and his clothes moved with the wind. He stood alone on the top of the imperial city.

"Yizhi."

For the first time, Yue Junchen called her in such a solemn tone.

"Um."

"You blame me for taking you into it."

"have."

"You will hate me."

"Won't."

“Why?”

"I will eventually go on this path, and it may be even harder without you."

...

Although it was late at night, the person who knew it was not sleepy.

After discussing with Yue Junchen, Mo Yizhi left the city overnight and rushed to the Ministry of War. He held the queen's order and drew elite troops in the capital, and replaced all the guards of the capital with those who were close friends in the empress and the sixth prince's mansion.

This action in the middle of the night alarmed Shangshu Jiang. He came in a hurry without his appearance.

But seeing Mo Yizhi's actions, he estimated a rough idea in his heart.

Mo Yizhi sat upright on the horse holding the "ancient artifact" in his hand, and his other hand was the queen's token in his hand. He no longer had his usual modesty appearance and became a holy war general galloping on the battlefield.

She only asked one question: "Adults want to live, but want to die?"

Shangshu Jiang thought for a moment and immediately bowed to the point of saying, "The Empress was thousands of years ago."

At dawn, the capital and the imperial city have been replaced. The city gates are strictly guarded, and people who come and go must carefully check whether they have a high or low status.
Chapter completed!