In the winter of the first year of Da Rong, a dilapidated carriage drove slowly through the official road. A suppressed cough came from the carriage. The young man in gray cloth beat the old horse driving hard, and said with red eyes: "Young master, just hold on a little longer, we are almost there." The coughing became louder, and the person in the carriage smiled sadly: "Song Yanzhi's broken body is useless if it is kept. It is better to die, so as not to drag you down." The young man in gray shirt gritted his teeth. The young master's cough became more severe, and he could only speak intermittently in just two sentences... And how could that man have the heart to drive the young master out of the palace! After all, they have been married for many years, but they are not even willing to give them a fast horse! In the Darong Palace, the man in yellow robe looked into the distance with his hands behind his hands. After that, there is nothing more I can do for you. Forgive me for not being able to protect you. From now on, I only wish you well. "Your Majesty..." A soft voice came, and Pingting, a woman in red shirt, touched the current Holy Emperor's shoulder. Li Zisu turned to one side and said coldly: "Why don't you inform me, my beloved concubine?" With Su An gaining the upper hand, his daughter was really going to be lawless, but... Yanzhi wasn't far enough away yet, so he couldn't make any big moves.