Xuan Qi was able to successfully ascend to the throne in the beginning because of the traditional principle of father dying and son inheriting.

　　But now, he has no imperial son who can succeed him.

　　If he dies, Xuan Lin won't be able to match the Regent Prince.

　　Once the Regent Prince ascends the throne, the Empress Dowager's clan, the Cui family, and Ning Wang will all face disaster.

　　Xuan Qi wanted us to pretend the mistake was made by Ning Wang.

　　Everyone thinks that it was Ning Wang who got a high fever and fell off his horse, so let Ning Wang die.

　　After arranging important government affairs, Ning Wang sensibly left, leaving the farewell time for me.

　　My eyes welled up with tears, but I held them back.

　　Xuan Qi held my hand and entrusted me with the token that commanded the hidden dragon guards, saying that I could live the rest of my life as I wished.

　　Then, he sighed and said repeatedly, "A Xian, I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you." I sniffled and shook my head, "Xuan Qi, meeting you was the greatest fortune of my life." That was the first time and the last time I called him by his name.

　　Xuan Qi's eyes brightened and he said, "Me too." Then, his once luminous eyes gradually lost their radiance, and he stopped breathing in my embrace.

　　I held him as if he was just sleeping temporarily, but I couldn't stop his body from growing cold.

　　How could he leave like this? How could he leave me alone like this? The Regent Prince was plotting, and even though my heart was broken, I could only grieve for a moment.

　　After all, it was Ning Wang who died, so how could the Empress Dowager accompany him for too long without reason? The Regent Prince was cunning; he killed my beloved in this life, so I will repay him one by one.

　　I personally took the coffin containing Xuan Qi's body to Ning Wang's residence.

　　Concubine Ning should have already known the news, but she was still dressed in her usual eye-catching red attire, showing no sign of grief on her face.

　　When she saw the coffin, she only said, "I don't believe it, I want to open the coffin." I knew she would act like this, which was why I came personally.

　　According to Xuan Qi's instructions, I gave her the blood-stained tiger skin, stopping her and saying, "Ning Wang died suddenly, his appearance changed drastically.

　　In his dying words, he forbids you from seeing him." Dan Xia looked at the tiger skin, her eyes reddening, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

　　I went to support her, but she pushed me away.

　　Then, she stumbled and threw herself onto the coffin, crying uncontrollably.

　　At that moment, I truly envied Dan Xia.

　　She could act on her emotions, she could grieve desperately in front of her husband's coffin.

　　Meanwhile, I, someone who truly lost her husband, had to endure the piercing pain and comfort her.

　　I said, "Please accept my condolences." Everyone thought I was comforting her, but in reality, I was comforting myself.

　　After returning to the palace, I ordered the hidden dragon guards to watch Ning Wang's tomb.

　　If anyone tried to open the coffin, they were to swiftly report it.

　　Sure enough, the cautious Regent Prince sent someone to examine the body.

　　I bit my lip until it bled, barely resisting the urge to stop it.

　　Once the Regent Prince's people left, with the taste of blood in my mouth, I personally touched the coffin lid and ordered the hidden dragon guards to switch it with an empty coffin, sending Xuan Qi back to the imperial tomb in Jiuhua Mountain.

　　That was the most impulsive and dangerous action I took before overthrowing the Regent Prince, but I couldn't bear to have anyone disturb Xuan Qi's departed soul anymore.

　　He should sleep in the imperial mausoleum, waiting for me to be buried with him a hundred years later.

　　Next is the three years of keeping a low profile.

　　Xuanlin couldn't bear the pain of lovesickness, and had a ridiculous night with the drunken Danxia.

　　I didn't know about it originally, until Danxia mentioned it in front of me and the empress dowager.

　　The imperial physician diagnosed a joyful pulse.

　　The empress dowager's expression changed suddenly.

　　At first, I was somewhat shocked and angry.

　　After all, Xuanlin, who was disguised as Xuanqi as the emperor, behaved inappropriately and tarnished Xuanqi's reputation.

　　But soon, I came to understand, and even advised Xuanlin to accept Danxia into the palace.

　　They were originally a good couple, and they wouldn't have to endure the pain of separation and death if it weren't for revenge and the preservation of their family behind them.

　　Moreover, Daqing needs an heir.

　　Instead of forcing Xuanlin to choose a concubine through righteousness, or adopting a child from the royal family, Danxia's unborn child is the best choice.

　　It would be even better if the child could be like Xuanqi.

　　I carried secret expectations.

　　Convincing Xuanlin was easier than convincing the empress dowager.

　　She only has two sons, but hasn't received any good news about marriage for many years.

　　Now that Danxia is pregnant, her wish has been fulfilled.

　　She only made things difficult with a few sarcastic remarks and her expression, eagerly urging Xuanlin to come to the palace and pick her up.