Chapter 152: Faking death? It seems like he is really dead!

Joy of Life world.

"Is the palace gate closed? Is martial law enforced in the capital? Is there anyone else who knows about this?"

As soon as Chen Pingping arrived, he asked anxiously.

The first thing he considered was how to minimize the impact of this incident and lower public opinion for Fan Xian. As for the passing of the retired emperor, he was overjoyed.

Chen Pingping didn't even want to ask about the cause of death of the retired emperor.

It was the retired emperor who killed the young lady, so Chen Pingping naturally hated him to the core. Moreover, since Fan Xian inherited the throne, Emperor Qing was deposed and kept in the inner palace.

Chen Pingping was so filled with hatred that he wanted to kill him with his own hands, but what a pity!

He couldn't do that. The new emperor had ascended the throne, and for the sake of Fan Xian's reputation, Emperor Qing, the retired emperor, couldn't die early.

Therefore, Chen Pingping could only hide and endure.

Now that Emperor Qing is dead, he is finally relieved!
In response to Chen Pingping's question, Fan Xian assured her, "The palace gates have been sealed. I asked Teng Zijing to secretly bring troops into the city with my order to prevent scoundrels from secretly inciting chaos."

"The eunuchs who served the emperor knew about this, but they have been arrested now. The news will definitely not spread to other courts."

"Then, it would be best if someone knows about this matter..."

Chen Pingping's eyes were cold, revealing a fierce murderous intent. In order to prevent the news from leaking, those eunuchs obviously could not survive.

"this………"

Fan Xian was obviously a little hesitant.

Now, those who remain to serve the retired emperor are all old people in the palace, and they were all his former confidants, including Eunuch Hou and others.

Finally, Fan Xian's eyes became stern. "Then let them be buried with the emperor. After everything is settled, we can tell the public that these people are extremely sad and voluntarily followed the emperor."

Chen Pingping nodded with relief. The naive boy he once was, has finally grown up and learned to be ruthless.

At this moment, Fan Jian also hurried over.

"Your Majesty, may I ask why the Emperor died? I saw him three days ago, and he didn't look ill."

After all, Fan Jian had some friendship with Emperor Qing. When Emperor Qing choked on milk, it was he who kicked him to recovery, so Fan Jian was still somewhat concerned about the cause of Emperor Qing's death.

At this moment, anyone could be the murderer, including Chen Pingping.

However, Fan Jian did not doubt Fan Xian. After all, the person who knew his son best was his former father.

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I don't know the specific cause of death yet. We need the three of us to see it in person first."

Fan Xian himself was taught by Fei Jie, a top expert in both poisoning and medicine. The first lesson Fei Jie taught him was autopsy, so finding out the cause of death was naturally a piece of cake for him.

Chen Pingping, the director of the Inspection Institute, is also familiar with assassinations and other matters.

As for Fan Jian, he had been in the court for so many years and had seen many things. Naturally, he was an old fox. If someone set up a scheme to harm Fan Xian's reputation, he would not be able to hide it from him.

Now that the dynasty has just stabilized, Qing has annexed Northern Qi, swept through the wilderness, and unified the world. If rumors spread at this time that Fan Xian was plotting to harm the emperor, it would definitely be detrimental to Qing.

"Then let's go and have a look together!"

.........

The three of them came to the bedside of Emperor Qing, the retired emperor, only to see that Fan Xian's trusted guards had already captured everyone and made them kneel in front of the hall, awaiting their fate.

"Old Hou, come here. Has the emperor behaved in any unusual way recently?" Fan Xian summoned Eunuch Hou to question him.

Eunuch Hou was naturally terrified, afraid that he might have said something wrong, and cold sweat kept pouring down his face.

He crawled to Fan Xian using his hands and feet, kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Emperor is still the same as usual. Even the usual meals have been tasted by this old servant and the waiters, and we don't feel any difference!"

Fan Xian also carefully checked Emperor Qing's nails, lips, and eyeballs, and indeed there was no sign of poisoning. In addition, Emperor Qing's body was stiff, his muscles were as cold as ice, and he was completely cold. Fan Xian seemed to have discovered something wrong and asked, "Who was the first to discover that the emperor had passed away?"

"Your Majesty, it's this old servant. This morning, I helped Your Majesty get up and dress, and had breakfast as usual. He was fine at noon, but just took a short nap. Who knew Your Majesty would...!"

"No!" Fan Xian concluded.

"What's wrong?"

"The time of death is wrong. Logically speaking, it was only a short while ago, and the body was covered with a blanket, so the body should still be warm and the limbs should be limp, not so stiff and cold!"

Chen Pingping also nodded, walked forward, checked it out, but shook his head and said, "There are no wounds on the surface of the body. Are there any internal injuries?"

"No disguise, and I have been with Lord Si Nan and the Emperor since childhood, so I know his characteristics very well."

"When I was bathing the Retired Emperor in the early years, I paid close attention and even knew the measurements of the Retired Emperor's body. It must be the Retired Emperor's dragon body, not a substitute."

"This is strange, it can't be that it ended in vain, right?" Fan Xian couldn't believe it.

Although he rejected his biological father in his heart, after all, it was he who caused his mother's death, but at least he was the one who gave birth to him. After all, out of filial piety, he felt a little sad.

Faced with a corpse whose cause of death could not be determined, Fan Xian was at a loss as to what to do. It would have been better for him to die earlier or later, but at this time.

"How about...keeping the death a secret, freezing the late emperor's body, and burying it properly in two or three years?"

Chen Pingping then made a suggestion.

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "The dead are the greatest. After all, he is my father. Don't mess with his body. Let him rest in peace as soon as possible. Even if there are some discussions in the court, I can suppress them."

"Uncle Chen!" Fan Xian called out.

"Wei Chen is here!"

"The Inspection Office will have to work harder these days."

"I understand. We will strictly monitor the situation. If there are people spreading rumors or causing trouble, we will arrest them. If there are people stirring up trouble, we will kill them!"

Although the two seem the same, the difference between them is that one is unorganized and unpremeditated, and ordinary people can add to the commotion; while the other is organized and premeditated, and inciting the people is disrupting the government, so they can be killed.

Fan Xian nodded, agreeing with the decision. He was well aware that extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

"Eh!"

Fan Xian sighed, "If only my master were here, even if he was dead, he could be brought back to life, and there wouldn't be so many troubles."

The master Fan Xian was talking about was not Fei Jie, but someone else.

At this time, Chen Pingping couldn't help but recall the young man who seemed like a god. It was he who cured his disability and freed him from the wheelchair.

And he was reborn, making up for his deficiencies and turning himself into a complete man.

Just as everyone was discussing and dealing with the aftermath, a small beast with black flame cloud scales slipped out from Fan Xian's wide dragon robe.

It looked at Emperor Qing's body, its nose twitching slightly, and its young face full of confusion.

Then he opened his mouth wide...

Ugh!

"Don't!"

"My little ancestor!"

Two voices of shock and anger were heard from behind.

(End of this chapter)