Chapter 379: Just like that, dead?
The emperor was also a little bit unbelievable. He twisted his body with all his strength to look at them.
In his opinion, he had suppressed the Zhang family for so many years without caring about his biological mother's feelings, and vowed to stick to what his father had said to him.
He knew how hard the Zhang family had been going over the years. The men of the Zhang family were struggling in the capital and no longer had the ambitions they had before.
He saw all of this, and this was what he had always hoped to see.
But he didn't expect that even though he suppressed the Zhang family so much, Zhang Yongping was still willing to be a loyal minister and general of the Great Chu.
He was a little dazed at this moment, wondering if it was right to believe what his father said back then.
If he had not deliberately suppressed them back then, would the borders of Great Chu not have been constantly invaded by foreign races?
And when the time comes when people are needed, there will be good generals available in the court, right?
His eyes were somewhat dazed, and it seemed a little late for him to realize all this now.
His body no longer allowed him to think too much, and the future had nothing to do with him.
He used up his last bit of strength to wave to Song Junyan, who bowed and knelt before him.
"You, you must remember to be a good emperor, don't be like..."
He wanted to avoid being like him, who was too lazy and indulged himself in the second half of his life and ended up like this.
But his body was in so much pain that his consciousness began to fade away. He was unable to utter the last sentence before he completely passed away.
The hand hanging in the air dropped heavily, and Fu Hai shouted to the square in panic: "Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician, come up quickly!"
A few figures emerged from the crowd, trembling and trembling, and rushed up the stairs at a trot, holding their clothes.
Several people came forward one by one to check the emperor's pulse and breathing. After looking at each other, they knelt on the ground in unison.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has crashed!"
Their voices were not small and were carried into the square by the wind, and there was a sudden sound of wailing below.
Yunsong looked at the emperor who suddenly lost his breath and started to laugh crazily.
"Dead, hahahaha, this bastard is finally dead! He took my identity and my throne, it's really a good thing for him to die like this."
The resentment that had been hanging in my heart finally dissipated at this moment.
He howled madly towards the sky, and then started coughing violently again.
“I, I…”
As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out in large gulps.
His body was already so broken that he could no longer hold on. He frantically took out the medicine bottle from his arms and poured all the pills into his mouth.
But the blood still gushed out and could no longer be suppressed.
He pointed at Zhang Yongping, his eyes still showing the resentment that had been scheming for years.
"You, you, this world... yours..."
He didn't even finish the last sentence as he fell heavily to the ground with his eyes open.
In just a quarter of an hour, the two people who had been out of place for decades were no longer breathing.
So, dead?
Isn't this a curse that will last for thousands of years? How could this person die so easily?
Lu Xinran looked at the booklets belonging to the two of them in the system and they all lost color, and he felt inexplicably complicated in his heart.
Is this the end of this farce?
She looked at Song Junyan who was still kneeling in front of the emperor, and stole glances at Zhang Yongping and the empress with her peripheral vision, feeling a little dazed.
How could they be willing to continue to be inferior to others?
If Zhang Yongping took advantage of the situation and seized the world, both of them and the emperor's children and grandchildren would all become prisoners.
The court has been undergoing a reshuffle recently. If Zhang Yongping really ascends the throne, it will only take him a little time to win over the court officials.
The situation is obviously extremely favorable to him, why is he still willing to support Song Junyan?
The emperor passed away, and the whole court was in turmoil over such a major event.
Song Junyan still held the imperial edict that conferred him the title of crown prince. Although the edict conferred him the title of crown prince, when the emperor died the crown prince would succeed him, so he was now the legitimate heir apparent.
The funeral was proceeding in an orderly manner, and Song Junyan handed over all the affairs in the court and his brothers to Zhang Yongping to handle.
Song Junhua and Song Junsheng were shaking with their legs. They had just rushed over from Qingxin Palace when they heard the news of the emperor's death.
They also learned the news that the emperor had appointed Song Junyan as the crown prince before his death, and they immediately screamed in surprise.
That somewhat crazy Yunsong is already dead, what else do they have to be afraid of!
Without that lunatic's restraint, they had enough power and military authority to compete for the throne.
Before the two men could make any move, Xie Lang, who had been staring at them, immediately called for help and took them away.
Seeing this, the court officials who were still watching on also retreated in fear.
They want to benefit from the dragon's power, but they also have to live to enjoy the wealth.
They are now afraid that Song Jun will settle the score with them after the banquet, holding the evidence of their secret dealings with several princes, and then...
Thinking of this, everyone secretly looked up at Lu Xinran who was still a little dazed.
Princess Wei, no, it should be the Queen now, her system can show you what color underwear they are wearing today!
The emperor never thought that he would die so early. His imperial mausoleum was only half built and it would take at least another ten years to complete.
The Queen Mother has fallen seriously ill after what happened last night, and now no one in the harem can take care of her.
She lay in the Eternal Life Palace with hollow eyes, gradually losing consciousness and developing a high fever.
When the Empress learned that the Queen Mother was ill, she rushed over with the imperial physician and served her by her bedside all day without taking off her clothes. In the evening, the Queen Mother's high fever subsided and she woke up from her fainting.
"What brings you here?"
"My mother has taken good care of me over the years. How can I just ignore her when she is sick?"
The fact that no one in the harem took advantage of her was a sign of special care for her.
The Queen Mother shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I know you blame me in your heart, but I am not his biological mother. That's all I can do."
"I understand," the Queen interrupted her, and asked the palace maid to bring warm water, and personally helped the Queen Mother to drink it: "So I never blamed you, I only blamed myself."
The ups and downs in her life were all caused by her poor judgment of people and her bad luck in meeting the right people. She couldn't blame anyone.
The Queen Mother sighed, and her heart fell into silence when she thought about her future.
"What are your plans for the future?"
She would not be so naive as to believe that the empress would stay in the palace to guard the emperor.
I don't think she would value the identity of Queen Mother.
The queen replied without hesitation: "Maybe I will leave the capital. As for where to go, I haven't decided yet."
I originally thought that returning to the Northwest was the best option.
But the emperor is dead!
She was freed when she was still healthy, able to run and jump, and able to knock down a tree as thick as a bowl with one punch.
She now has the time and energy to realize what she had discussed with Lu Xinlan before.
The Queen Mother looked at the expectation and eagerness in her eyes, and suddenly felt relieved.
"Whatever. After living in fear for decades, I can finally sleep peacefully for a few days."
As for the rest, let it take its course.
The emperor is dead, what can she do?