"Kemin".

"Your subordinate is here."

"If I die, those who are content to live in fear of me will probably start another period of chaos," Jiang said in a light tone. "At that time, I don't know how my garden will be destroyed. It would be better if I supported a trusted confidant." That way, perhaps I could still save these camellias.

Kemin was overjoyed to hear this. They had been planning this for a while, but they hadn't dared to mention it because their master hadn't reacted much before.

Jiang Yan raised his hand and pinched a petal, gently stroking it with the pads of his thumb and forefinger. "Since they are my people, I will reluctantly help those who harbor rebellious intentions."

Having spent years planning and finally obtained this empire, Ke Min was unwilling to simply hand it over to outsiders. The fact that his master was willing to fight for it made him extremely happy.

They didn't even ask which of their brothers Jiang Yan had taken a liking to; whoever it was, as long as he was one of their group, that was fine.

As for himself, he hadn't even thought about it. He knew he wasn't cut out for it, so he would just support whoever Jiang Yan supported.

"In addition," Jiang Yan said, his gaze falling on the crimson petals, as he gave his last words, "after I die, place an extra coffin in the mausoleum where I will be buried, with the same rank as an empress, and erect a blank stele."

He struggled to climb onto the dragon throne, to become the supreme ruler of the world, and vaguely remembered who he wanted to make empress, presenting her with all the treasures of the world.

Even if he can't remember clearly, if his tomb is ever exposed to the light again, future generations will know that he was not a lonely man, but that he had a beloved empress.

So what if she has no memory? Even if we can't find her, we must still make room for her.

Since they could not share a bed in life, placing an empty coffin next to his grave after death can be considered as sharing a tomb in death.

Ke Min had spent some time indulging in brothels with Mu Guo and others, seeking a reputation for being a womanizer. Later, those men gradually got married and became henpecked, never daring to even think about having an affair.

Still single and having gone astray, Ke Min indulged in a life of debauchery but couldn't find anyone to keep him company. In his sadness, he thought of Jiang Yan, who was also lonely, to comfort himself.

My master is even worse off than I am; he doesn't even have a woman. He says he's not interested in women, but in reality, he probably can't.

I thought my master would grow old alone like me, but I never expected that my master would have someone else in his heart!

Because of this person, the Empress did not take any concubines into her palace, resulting in the royal family having no successor.

The lonely master is the most deeply infatuated person hidden among them!

Ke Min was in despair. Was he the only heartless scumbag among all his brothers?

Jiang Yan truly lived up to his name. After unifying the world, he swiftly suppressed various regions and established a peaceful and prosperous era. If he wanted to, who could be more adept at manipulating people's hearts and playing power games than him?

He can decide who lives and who dies, and he can turn his hand to make clouds or rain.

Another year of deep winter snowfall has arrived, and the entire world is covered in silver, a thin expanse of white.

The camellias that were blooming in large swaths in the Imperial Garden have quietly withered away, their petals falling off, drying out, and rotting in the soil.

The dying Jiang Yan ordered someone to open the window. He lay on the low, wide bed, trying his best to turn his head but still couldn't see the camellias outside.

He closed his eyes, his beautiful face devoid of any color, deathly pale, his long eyelashes drooping silently. If Jiang Yan's nemesis saw him now, weak and sick, they would probably think that he was not the same person as the treacherous King of Jing who had plotted against them.

Jiang Yan chuckled to himself, feeling utterly pathetic; he couldn't even move his arms to support himself as he sat up.

The fluttering snowflakes, like pear blossoms, danced and twirled in the air above Bo Gu's house, drifting in through the window. Occasionally, a few snowflakes would land on Jiang Yan's hand, bringing a cool sensation.

That slightly cool sensation seemed to reactivate Jiang Yan's somewhat dulled sense of smell. Even though he couldn't see the beautiful camellias, just imagining them made him feel as if he could smell their fragrance.

The new emperor was holding his coronation ceremony outside, and the sound of cannons could be heard from time to time. Jiang Yan's mind was no longer very clear.

The image of Feng Ziyi's dying words replayed in my mind, repeating over and over again, but my thoughts slowed down, making death a long process.

Snow is falling outside, and the branches appear withered in the biting cold, but they are actually gathering strength to welcome the coming spring. In contrast, inside the house, charcoal fires burn, providing warmth like spring, but life is fading away.

That winter, the wise and virtuous ruler Jiang Yan passed away. Jiang Yan was a legendary figure, exceptionally talented and brilliant. He emerged from a chaotic era, traversed the land, and unified the Three Kingdoms. In just a few years on the throne, he pacified all sides, bestowed blessings upon the people, and ushered in a golden age. He was revered by later generations as Emperor Jingguo, and his name is etched in history.