The emperor could not write this edict no matter what.
Even if he dies, he will never let Zong Zhengli succeed!
The emperor clenched his hands, his eyes became fierce, and suddenly he leaned forward and hit the sword with his neck.
He wants to commit suicide!
Zong Zhengli's brows furrowed, and he quickly retracted the sword, and pressed the hilt hard against the emperor's chest, knocking him back several steps. He fell on the stool, his face pale and he kept coughing.
"Want to die?"
He sneered.
“It’s not that simple!”
The emperor is still useful to him, and he cannot die before he has gained all the power.
Wu Nu took action and pressed the emperor's acupoints.
The emperor's body stiffened, and he remained in the same position, sitting there stiffly, unable to move. He could only stare at Prince Li with a pair of angry eyes.
Zong Zhengli walked to the table, spread out his robe, and sat down gracefully:
"Since the emperor is unwilling to write the edict of succession, I will do it myself."
"Unu, grind."
"yes."
He picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and pondered: "What should I write in this edict? The fifth prince, Prince Li, is intelligent, kind, and benevolent. He is a talent for governing the country and is deeply loved by me."
"Well--"
The emperor widened his eyes and looked at him angrily.
Unable to move, he made a whimpering sound from his mouth, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped out.
"Looking at how excited Father is, it seems that my words have touched his heart."
Zong Zhengli smiled and calmly wrote down the vigorous words.
"I never thought that my father would value me so much. How could I disappoint you? Don't worry, I will do better than you after I take power."
"Ugh! Ugh!"
The emperor was shaking with anger and couldn't move, as if he was having a seizure.
Put pen to paper.
Take out the jade seal and stamp it.
Zong Zhengli picked up the imperial edict, dipped the ink on it, looked at the contents with great satisfaction, walked to the emperor, knelt down, and bowed deeply:
"Your Majesty, I accept your order and thank you for your kindness. Father, please abdicate without any worries. From now on, I will manage this country for you!"
"Well--"
The emperor's mouth was crooked from the beating and he was so angry that he almost died.
"Master!" At this time, a secret guard rushed in, holding the eunuch Defu in his hand.
When Defu saw this scene, he naturally knew what had happened. He was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, his body trembling:
"Li, Your Highness Prince Li..."
Zong Zhengli stood up and placed the imperial edict on the table, "Don't be afraid."
He turned around and smiled very gently:
"I came here to ask you a few questions."
Defu trembled:
"Please... Please go on..."
"Let me ask you, did the emperor leave behind any will, secret decree, or anything like that?"
Defu was shocked.
Secret decree...
Yesterday, the emperor urgently wrote a secret decree and asked him to hide it and not tell anyone.
Prince Li is forcing the emperor to abdicate, but his name is not right and his words are not reasonable. He must remove all obstacles before he can sit firmly on the throne. This hidden secret decree is Prince Chen's only chance to turn the tables!
This is the moment to choose the camp.
Life and death are also between this thought.
De Fu hesitated for only a second before replying, "The Emperor works in the Imperial Study every day. All his documents are in the Imperial Study. As far as I know, he... has never written any secret decrees."
Upon hearing this, the emperor secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, King Li's sharp eyes swept over.
He was shocked, and immediately turned into an angry look, twitching with anger as before.
Zong Zhengli frowned:
"Are you sure?"
"I dare not lie."
He narrowed his eyes, played with the long sword in his hand, stroking the sharp blade with his fingertips, and spoke casually:
"Do you know what the consequences of lying to me are?"