After transmigrating into the book, the prime minister always wants to farm with me.

Chapter 524 Pei Yuanjun is so powerful
Hu Qingshan and his men arrived at the trap. Looking at the dead guards, they saw that even the remaining soldiers Zhao Qinwang had sent were all killed in the fighting.

Corpses were everywhere, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Hu Qingshan and his men planned to dispose of all the corpses under the cover of night.

Don't let the envoys from the four countries laugh at us.

Inside the pit of the trap, some of the guards who weren't quite dead were still struggling.

Hu Qingshan immediately delivered another blow, his eyes icy cold. These were the emperor's lackeys who had killed his wife and children!
He wanted to avenge his wife and children.

He immediately ordered his surviving confidants to search for the bodyguards who had died outside, and began digging a pit while throwing all the bodies into it.

They dug and buried simultaneously.

Some of the seriously injured but not yet dead immediately struggled to get up and try to escape.

Hu Qingshan strode over, dragged him by the leg, and threw him into the pit.

Under the horrified gaze of the guards, he ordered his men to bury the body!
A cold killing intent flashed in his tiger-like eyes; these people all deserved to die.

The guard who had fallen into the pit was still alive and pleaded for help from Hu Qingshan's confidants: "Help... I... don't... want to die..."

Hu Qingshan suddenly began to bury the soil forcefully in a fit of rage.

Soon after, the injured guard fell silent.

They worked almost all night to bury all the bodies.

Lou Chen woke up and waited for news from Prince Zhao, having waited almost all night.

I didn't sleep a wink all night, and my unease grew stronger.

Lou Chen flew into a rage and overturned all the memorials on the table.

Pei, Yuan, Jun.

When you clench your fingers into a fist, it's just a chaotic attack.

The room was in complete disarray, unable to withstand the power of the Soul-Locking Curse.

A suffocating panic gripped his heart. These guards were the most elite secret guards left behind by his royal family. They were his most powerful weapons, but now they were all gone.

Pei Yuanjun is actually this powerful? How could he have allowed him to grow to such a terrifying level?

He is the emperor; he is the most honorable person in the world!

"Pfft..." Overcome with rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood and suddenly collapsed unconscious.

Eunuch Desheng immediately stepped forward and exclaimed in alarm, "Your Majesty, what's wrong? Someone, quickly fetch the imperial physician! The Emperor has fainted!"

A young eunuch immediately ran to find the imperial physician, and the empress, hearing the commotion, immediately came in from outside with the crown prince.

Seeing the filth on Lou Chen's dragon robe after he vomited blood, Jing Xuan lowered his eyes.

He felt no concern for his father, who was always ready to kill or depose him.

He felt not a single bit of family affection in this palace.

The emperor brought him back to the palace merely to solidify his position; in his eyes, he was probably not even as good as a dog.

If you don't like your son, why bring him back?
He would rather he were still in Peixin Village with his godmother and not go anywhere else.

His godparents treated him like their own son, and he also had a lovely and lively younger sister. The family lived happily together.

He hadn't felt warmth for many years.

So much so that when I think back to all the little moments I spent with my godmother, every single one feels incredibly precious.

He experienced a life of wandering before the age of five, but after that, his godmother made him feel the warmth of home.

He was brought into the palace at the age of six and never knew what human affection between father and son, or filial piety between mother and son was.
Does having rights matter? Are benefits tempting?
Looking at Lou Chen lying on the bed, unable to move and needing to be served, he felt a sense of relief from the bottom of his heart.

The Empress's eyes were dark and cold as she coldly ordered, "Eunuch Desheng, I'm here. Go and urge the imperial physician to come. Does he have a death wish?"

When the imperial physicians heard that the emperor had fallen into a coma again, none of them wanted to go and see him.
After all, the emperor's illness was strange; they had never heard of it before and had never seen it before.

Going would mean losing my head, not going would also mean losing my head, so in the end I gritted my teeth and went.

(End of this chapter)