"Send him to the Regent's Palace and tell him it's a wedding gift I've prepared for my uncle. I'm sure he'll be happy."
These words shocked not only the crowd who were crouching and preparing to leave, but also the little eunuch who was kneeling on the ground, his head still raised, who had already accepted his inevitable death.
In an instant, the still bewildered eunuch was dragged out.
"Your Majesty, this servant is not the Regent's man, but is wholeheartedly devoted to..."
Before he could finish speaking, the person who dragged him away quickly covered his mouth, saying, "Stop talking. It's your good fortune to be able to serve the Regent."
"Otherwise, based on what you said today, I'm afraid even being slowly sliced to death wouldn't be too much."
"Don't worry, after I send you to the Regent, I will definitely tell him about your achievements. He will certainly not treat you unfairly."
With just a few words, the fate of the young eunuch was decided.
The untreated wound was violently gripped, and blood kept oozing out, but the person escorting him seemed not to notice anything amiss and remained completely unmoved.
Inside the hall, under the yellowish candlelight, Wen Ziyu quietly sat up, holding the imperial seal, the resentment in his eyes slowly turning into calm.
No one in this world understands him, this emperor.
Everyone says he owes a debt of gratitude to that Uncle Wang and was nurtured by him. He should thank him for not taking the position that should have been his.
Such remarks are utterly ridiculous.
If he hadn't been crippled, would he have been content?
If the late emperor hadn't poisoned him, would he have compromised?
Outsiders only see his loyalty to the emperor and know his cruelty, but they are unaware of his cold-heartedness, his indifference towards family, and even his disregard for him.
Didn't he ever think about getting along well with his uncle?
Was he really determined to doubt his uncle's loyalty?
Does he really have to repay kindness with enmity and kill the prince who helped him grow up and taught him the art of imperial power?
He forced this upon us!
They're all his masterpieces!
He drove himself mad, yet remained seated on that high platform, watching him with a mocking gaze, telling the world that he, the emperor, was suspicious and could not tolerate a loyal prince, even though he had no power and had nothing to fear.
But is that really the case?
Wen Shaoxing, you really have some tricks up your sleeve.
The manipulation he endured for ten years is a pain he will never forget, and he will never forget it, nor will he ever let it go unpunished.
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