Princess Jia Hua stared at Empress Yan's colorful face with a smile. She guessed that Empress Yan had never been so humiliated in her life.
A noblewoman born into a prestigious family, she entered the palace as empress and was revered by everyone.
Possessing the skills of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and being dignified, elegant, and gentle, yet such a person managed to remain untainted in the cannibalistic harem, having witnessed all sorts of intrigues and schemes.
Now that I'm in General Zuo's hands, no amount of clever talk can clear my name; in fact, everything I say is wrong.
Her previous composure could no longer be maintained, and at this moment her true nature was completely exposed.
Unfortunately, the seventh prince didn't get to see it.
General Zuo stared intently at Empress Yan, making no attempt to conceal the disgust on his face.
Soon, Empress Yan developed symptoms just like the Seventh Prince, vomiting blood continuously, one mouthful after another, like a butterfly with broken wings, weakly curled up on the ground, struggling incessantly.
"The antidote... the antidote is buried under the paulownia tree in Fengyi Palace." Empress Yan compromised.
General Zuo immediately sent men to retrieve it.
A moment later, the antidote was brought out. General Zuo was half-believing and half-doubting. He first took out a portion and poured it into Empress Yan's mouth. After a while, he had the imperial physician examine Empress Yan.
Only after it was confirmed that the poison in Empress Yan's body had been neutralized were the remaining antidote given to the Seventh Prince.
Empress Yan gradually regained her senses. Blood was still stained at the corner of her mouth, and she looked extremely disheveled. She looked at Prime Minister Yan.
"Father."
Prime Minister Yan's legs were badly lacerated and bandaged, but he couldn't move at all. He was in so much pain that he was drenched in sweat. His voice trembled as he said, "Don't, don't provoke that madman."
Empress Yan wept bitterly.
Why should she end up like this?
After taking the antidote, the seventh prince's complexion gradually returned to normal, and even his internal energy began to recover. The imperial physician diagnosed that the poison had been neutralized.
"Your Highness, what are your plans next?" General Zuo asked.
The Seventh Prince's face was tense, and his voice trembled: "Take her back to Northern Chu and make her king."
General Zuo hesitated for a moment, but quickly understood the Seventh Prince's meaning. The Southern Border City was already in ruins, so even if they were to take power, it would be illegitimate.
It would be better to rebuild it from scratch and convince people.
"Get ready, let's set off immediately."
"yes."
Before leaving, the Seventh Prince went to see the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang.
The Southern Emperor was already trembling with fear, his face deathly pale: "You unfilial son, you unfilial son, I have treated you well, and you treat me like this because of a woman?"
The Seventh Prince remained calm: "With so many women in the harem, why provoke her?"
"You scoundrel, what right do you have to question me!" The Emperor of Southern Xinjiang was furious: "None of you are any of you who give me any peace of mind."
The Seventh Prince was already numb to these words. He closed his eyes tightly to suppress his anger: "Even now, you still refuse to repent..."
"Your Highness."
The guard entered and, in a low voice, vaguely mentioned the Second Prince.
The Seventh Prince raised an eyebrow.
"That bastard Second Prince is back? Damn it!" The Southern Border Emperor was furious, looking like he wanted to kill the Second Prince.
As a son himself, the Seventh Prince did not understand why the Southern Border Emperor was so hostile to the Second Prince.
Among the Southern Emperor's sons, the Seventh Prince and the Second Prince had the best relationship. Before the Second Prince was demoted and left the capital, he took good care of the Seventh Prince.
Over the years, the Second Prince has traveled all over the country and suffered a lot.
"Seventh Brother."
The second prince entered the room dressed in black, his resolute face contorted with anger, his gaze fixed intently on the man on the dragon throne.
His eyes gradually turned cold.
The seventh prince called out softly, "Second brother, you're finally back. I have no interest in the throne; I'm handing it over to you."
“I’m used to being free and easy, and I can’t stand this kind of restraint. The third brother is hypocritical, and the fourth brother isn’t very bright, but the sixth brother is.”
"My sixth brother fell seriously ill a few days ago and died despite all efforts to cure him," the seventh prince said in a low voice.
The second prince gasped, his face filled with sorrow: "How...how could this be so sudden?"
The seventh prince looked at the person at the head of the table.
The second prince's eyes widened: "It was him?"
"Most likely."
After speaking, the Second Prince's anger surged to the top of his head. He took a few steps forward and punched the Southern Emperor on the head: "Even tigers don't eat their cubs! How could you be so cruel? Sixth Prince only became a father last year, and you've made him grow up without a father!"
One punch wasn't enough, so he threw several more before stopping.
The Seventh Prince watched and listened to the Southern Border Emperor's pleas for mercy until he was bruised and swollen before he finally stopped. The Second Prince, who had fallen to the ground, looked at the Seventh Prince and said, "Why not you? You are more popular with the people than I am. I am just a prince of low status. No one will submit to me."
“Second Prince, you are learned and knowledgeable, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and you have witnessed the suffering of the people and are compassionate towards them. You are most suitable for this position.” The Seventh Prince frankly stated, “Before my mother passed away, I swore that I would never sit on that position. If Second Prince ascends the throne, I will definitely guard the border and assist you.”
The second prince stared intently at the seventh prince.
After a long pause, he clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I am honored by your high regard, and I would be impolite to refuse."
The two brothers looked at each other and smiled.
As the Seventh Prince turned to leave, Empress Yan lay on the ground, barely breathing, while Prime Minister Yan was on his last breath.
Miss Xu rushed out from the crowd and ended Prime Minister Yan's life with a single blow.
Prime Minister Yan stared in horror and disbelief at Miss Xu, making a hoarse sound. The dagger in Miss Xu's hand was stained with blood, and she was about to strike Empress Yan in the next moment.
"Stop!" The Seventh Prince stopped them.
Miss Xu struggled: "She is the culprit! She killed a hundred members of my Xu family, she deserves to die."
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