The Wei clan will be defeated one by one by my father.

The Emperor and Zhou Shaoyu had long known that they were father and son, while the Wei family and Zhou Jingrui knew nothing about it.

He was appointed crown prince at birth, but he was always just paving the way for Zhou Shaoyu and serving as a stepping stone.

His biggest mistake was being born into Wei Yingzi's womb, carrying Wei's blood.

Guan Yingying, this fake lucky charm, is ultimately nothing more than a pawn.

The deposed crown prince Zhou Jingrui died at the age of thirty-five.

Emperor Hui was heartbroken to see another son die before his eyes. He clutched his chest, coughed up blood, and fell into a coma.

The imperial physicians tried to save him for a long time before Emperor Hui regained consciousness.

Emperor Hui looked at Xie Zhaozhao: "Did you do this on purpose?"

Xie Zhaozhao: "I didn't exaggerate, I'm just tearing off the fig leaf and letting it see the sunlight."

"Is Yu Rong possessed by a ghost?"

Xie Zhaozhao nodded, "That's not wrong."

She recounted part of Guan Yingying's background, telling him that after Guan Yingying was exiled, Gu Chengyan wanted to have a lucky star to bring good fortune to his family, so he secretly brought Guan Yingying to the capital to hide her.

After Gu Boyu burned her to death, she was resurrected in Princess Yu Rong's body.

“I couldn’t have made this up. It was all said by Princess Yu Rong herself, and all the information matches up, so it’s hard not to believe it,” Xie Zhaozhao said. “If I weren’t afraid that she would possess someone else’s body after she died, I would have dealt with her long ago.”

Okay, he understands!

"Guan Shanyue's daughter is the jinx the abbot mentioned. Fortune and misfortune are intertwined, and she is the harbinger of disaster!" Emperor Hui said.

What's even more terrifying is that she can repeatedly possess other people's bodies, so you don't dare to kill her easily!

As Emperor Hui was speaking, Hua Zisheng keenly noticed that Emperor Hui was beginning to lose control of his bladder, with urine and feces dripping down his clothes.

Emperor Hui looked at Xie Anfeng and said, "I am dying. Tell me the truth, Emperor An, Xie girl, is your birthday really the 16th day of the 5th month of the 263rd year of the Great Gan Dynasty, at the hour of Si (9-11 AM)?"

What was there for Xie Anfeng to fear now? He readily admitted, "Yes!"