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The dark and stuffy bedroom was filled with the dizzying smell of medicine.

Emperor Jing Xuan lay weakly on the bed.

Ever since he had a stroke, he had been imprisoned in this bedroom under the pretext of recuperating.

His body couldn't move, but his mind was clear.

Recently, he felt more and more that his life was coming to an end.

"Your Majesty."

Eunuch Fu came to the bed and reported softly, "The Grand Marshal is here."

Emperor Jing Xuan opened his mouth and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "All of you, retreat."

"Yes."

Eunuch Fu left with two trusted eunuchs serving the medicine.

The man in black only brought Qin Canglan to the door before flying to the roof to hide.

Qin Canglan walked in and saw the withered Emperor Jing Xuan on the bed.

Emperor Jing Xuan also saw him.

Qin Canglan returned wearing armor and holding a helmet in his arms. Although his hair was gray, he was strong.