"I intend to have Qingshuang ascend the throne as emperor."
The old emperor looked out the window and spoke slowly.
His old eyes were bright and sharp, not like those of a dying man.
But Deng Er knew that the old emperor in front of him was just in his last moments.
"Why, Your Majesty? The eldest princess is not suitable to be the emperor. She is very naive. In comparison, the second prince is more capable of this."
Deng Er asked.
Including the more than ten years of memories instilled by Deng Ru, Deng Er has lived for almost thirty years, and he knows everything clearly.
The old emperor wanted to tie him up.
"But he's not suitable."
The old emperor shook his head, and both of them knew it in their hearts.
It’s not that the Second Prince doesn’t have the talent or ability to ascend the throne.
Just, inappropriate.
Because of the second prince, Deng Er could not be tied up.
It is impossible to tie up the Great Xia Zhenbei King.
"Third brother, I beg you, save this world, save Daxia, if not for others, just for Qingshuang, okay?"
The old emperor held Deng Er's hand tightly.
It seemed as if he would not let go unless Deng Er agreed.
“.......”
Deng Er looked at his elder brother, who was his close friend regardless of age difference.
I feel a mixture of emotions.
The old emperor had long known the truth about the world, and he also knew that Deng Er was the only savior of the world.
Because Deng Er is not from this world.
The old emperor once had a heart-to-heart talk with Deng Er and exchanged cups with him.
The passionate Deng Er did not hide his identity and directly said that he was chosen by the gods to save the world.
Don't worry, the old emperor, he will take care of everything.
"Don't worry, I will assist Qingshuang well and save the world. I, Deng Ru, will always keep my word."
Deng Er held his elder brother's old hand sincerely and made a promise.
"Ha ha ha ha."
".....cough cough cough...cough, I didn't see it wrong, I didn't make the wrong choice. Shuang'er and Daxia are now in your hands, Third Brother."
"Defeat those damn old gods."
After the old emperor laughed, his old hands no longer held Deng Er's hands tightly.
Two tears fell from his old face and he slowly lay down.
Gradually, there was no sound.
Another withered yellow sycamore leaf fell in from the window and landed steadily on the old emperor's chest.
In an unnoticed corner, a tender green bud slowly grew on the branch of the sycamore tree.
Talented people emerge in every generation.
This is the old emperor's belief in regaining his spirit.
This belief was given to him by Deng Er.
Two withered yellow sycamore leaves fell from the sycamore tree in Daxia.
Tender green shoots grow from the sycamore tree.
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