Chapter 377 Unless the one who ascends the throne is the fourth brother

The emperor was about to go mad. His body was shaking violently, and he managed to hold himself together so as not to fall down again.

This is his world, the world of his Song family, and no one can take it away from him.

Lu Xinran looked at him with pity. This man... had mediocre qualifications, but had a high opinion of himself. He always thought he could control everything. He was the master of the world and should make everyone submit to him.

In the end, it was just a joke.

She held Song Junyan's hand and just watched from a distance, but Yunsong had already turned around and started scolding.

"Traitor and thief? You stole my throne from me! You stole my identity. You have occupied my identity for so many years. Do you really think that the stolen life can become yours?"

"Steal?" The emperor laughed hoarsely, like a torn piece of cloth. "I am the legitimate son of Queen Zhang, the most noble prince. Who are you? You are just a weak and lowly embryo with a poisonous disease in your mother's womb. The only thing your father did wrong was not to let someone throw you to death!"

If he had not been saved that year, he would not be going through all this now.

Without this guy, no one would have tempted him to take those pills, and he wouldn't have ended up like this.

And the kingdom of Chu will remain in his hands for at least a few more decades.

What Yunsong hated most was such harsh words that denied his origins. He suppressed his intense feeling of bullying and pointed his finger at the Queen Mother sarcastically.

"Did you hear that? He said your own flesh and blood is a bastard! You treat him as your own son, but he only treats you as a lowly woman!"

The Queen Mother leaned against the couch without moving, as if all the words would no longer affect her in the slightest.

The whole night she was recalling what happened when the previous emperor was still alive. She couldn't understand it before. She didn't understand why that man valued the emperor but looked down on her. She didn't understand why he always seemed to be looking at another person through the emperor. Now... she understood it all.

But, no matter how pitiful she looks, if the late emperor had not replaced the person with her, she would not have had the peaceful and smooth life for these years.

If she couldn't become the empress dowager, her fate would probably be the same as those concubines, trembling in fear all day long, trapped in a small world, enduring, waiting for the day when her life would end.

Thinking of this, her brows became extremely relaxed. Even if she had to pay back the stolen days, at least she had lived a good life for several decades. Even if she died now, she would have earned it.

She rolled her calm eyes and looked at the excited Yunsong, and suddenly said something.

"You shouldn't blame him, nor should you blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being born in the wrong family. If you were born in a normal family, with parents who loved you and a healthy and strong body, you would definitely not be like this with your intelligence."

Maybe he could become a powerful official who stirs up trouble, or a wealthy businessman.

Instead of harboring hatred and spending your entire life seeking revenge.

"Isn't it your fault?"

Yunsong seemed to have heard a huge joke, but he couldn't laugh: "If you weren't young and hot-tempered, and hadn't made enemies everywhere in order to win favor, would you have been poisoned? Without those poisons, how could I have become what I am now?

"Don't say I can't win against this idiot. Without all those coincidences, he might have died in the cold palace!"

Even if he was brought out of the cold palace by the previous emperor, he was confident that with his own planning and intelligence, he could definitely trample him under his feet.

What a twist of fate!

He just blames fate!

The Queen Mother was unwilling to argue with him and just said calmly: "If you want to think so, then it's up to you. Now that things have come to this, it's meaningless to argue about these things."

They will all die, and when dust returns to dust, everything will end with the end of their lives.

Seeing the resentment on his face, the emperor couldn't help but burst into laughter again. "I was raised in the palace all these years. I was the one taught by the Grand Tutor and my father. I was the prince who toured the country of Chu. I was crowned the emperor and was worshipped and revered by others. You, hahahaha, who do you think you are? How dare you compete with me!"

It's just a little idiot who is unwilling to accept his fate and wants to take back everything he has.

The emperor pulled at the brocade quilt that was covering him. The cold wind in the early morning made all the bones in his body tense up and throb with pain.

But when he saw Yunsong's embarrassed look as he couldn't gain any advantage at all, he felt in a good mood.

"Don't even think about asking me to write an edict of succession, unless the one who ascends the throne is the fourth brother!"

He also realized that these people were more or less related to Song Junyan.

He didn't know how Song Junyan got these people around him, what benefits he promised them, or whether he had any means to control them, but all he could do now was to give him a little more bargaining chips.

At least, before his death, he did not give up the Song family's world to others.

When his name was suddenly mentioned, Song Junyan just looked at him calmly, then retracted his gaze, lowered his head and continued to cover Lu Xinran's hands.

emperor:"……"

At this moment, he inexplicably understood why Yunsong was so irritable!

Yunsong was smart enough not to look at the sloppy and crooked young couple. He snorted and said contemptuously, "Impossible. This decree of succession..."

"Can!"

Zhang Yongping suddenly interrupted him and said, "You can pass the throne to King Wei first!"

"What are you talking about!"

Yunsong pulled his arm in a very wicked way, "You said that the world will not continue to have the surname Song!"

"Don't worry," Zhang Yongping soothed him, his expression still calm and composed, "Let him pass it to the King of Wei first, and then let the King of Wei write the edict of Zen."

"Impossible! Do you really think I'm dead?"

"You are not far from death!"

Yunsong was comforted by Zhang Yongping, and his heart calmed down again. He squinted his eyes and looked at the emperor who was breathing heavily like him, and his mood suddenly improved.

"If I were you, I would take a gamble. After all, you don't have any other choice."

The emperor stared with his eyes that were bulging due to his rapid weight loss, and his eyeballs seemed about to fall out from his exertions.

Yunsong looked away in disgust, but added, "How ugly!"

"you!"

"Okay, stop talking!"

Zhang Yongping pulled the man back. It was obvious that the emperor was having a last burst of energy now. The court officials had not yet entered the palace. Don't wait for everyone to arrive before the emperor gets angry to death.

If he didn’t want to say anything, then he wouldn’t say it. Yunsong raised his head proudly, and turned around to look outside the hall like a general who had won a battle.

Outside the palace gate, officials of all levels who were invited by the runners and soldiers were queuing in panic to enter the palace.

There was deafening fighting that night and no one could sleep.

No one knew why the situation had changed so drastically.

Lu Jinchuan was surrounded by several other ministers, who were trying to find out what had happened in the palace.

But he has never gained Song Junyan’s full trust, and he is not aware of the changes in the palace...