Chapter 453 The Emperor Passes Away
Madam Zhaohua was stunned for a moment, then she gave a frank smile.
There was no guilt in that smile, only indifference and determination.
"Your Majesty, the situation is like this, and I am forced to do so."
Her voice was still gentle, but to the emperor's ears it sounded like a fatal note.
"How can I not make plans early when you are like this now?"
"You have loved me and my son for so many years. Could you really bear to let the Crown Prince take my and Jun'er's lives after you passed away?"
Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the emperor's heart.
The emperor's fingers suddenly clenched the quilt beneath him.
He understood.
It was because he understood that he felt truly heartbroken.
“You…you guys…”
His face turned ferocious due to extreme anger and disappointment, "You ungrateful bastard... You are an ungrateful bastard that can never be tamed!"
"What a heartless person!"
The accumulated anger finally broke through the dam of reason. He burst out with brute force from somewhere, picked up the teacup on the low table beside him, and used all his strength to smash it hard at that beautiful face!
"ah--!"
Madam Zhaohua subconsciously turned her head to avoid the attack. The teacup flew past her temples with the sound of wind, and then smashed on the carved pillar behind her with a "clang".
A purple lump quickly and visibly grew on her forehead, causing a burning pain.
Some tea and tea leaves fell on her exquisite hair and her face, which was simply a humiliation!
The embarrassment and pain instantly ignited her ferocity.
What followed was overwhelming shame, anger and hatred.
She no longer cared about etiquette and pointed at the emperor's nose, cursing, "You old bastard! How dare you hit me?!"
"Do you think I want to serve an old thing like you who is half buried in the ground? I've had enough of these years!"
"Looking at your old face every day and smelling the smell of medicine on you makes me sick!"
There was undisguised madness and viciousness in her eyes: "If you are smart, issue an order quickly. Considering the friendship we had in the past, Jun'er and I will let you live a little longer. Otherwise..."
She took a step closer, a cruel smile on her face, "Today the 'Prince will kill the king'."
The prince, who had been watching coldly, sneered softly and looked at Madam Zhaohua sarcastically: "Why do I want to kill the king?"
Every word he spoke was clear and indifferent, "I am the legitimate son of the Empress Dowager, the heir apparent."
"This vast land, just wait patiently, it will fall into my hands sooner or later."
"Regicide?"
He shook his head slightly, "I'm not a madman."
Murong Jun was startled by the prince's contemptuous look: "Do you think you can still walk out today?"
"No matter what, after you die, we can't make up the charges against you."
The prince looked at Murong Jun quietly for a long time, until Murong Jun felt a chill on his back.
"I see."
He paused, "You are planning to force the emperor to abdicate."
"Then, drag me along to be a scapegoat."
Murong Jun felt uneasy when the prince looked at him. He raised his chin high and acted as if he was in control of everything: "You only know it now, so what?"
"It's too late."
"This palace, inside and outside, has long been replaced by my people."
He pointed at the prince with a fierce look in his eyes, "You can't escape now!"
The prince seemed not to hear the threat, and didn't even give Murong Jun a look.
His eyes fell on the livid emperor.
"Father," the prince's voice was terrifyingly calm, "a while ago, you insisted on replacing Weiwei Qing Lu Jiangnian, and now you have really helped them and their son a lot."
"Now that you are in this situation, do you regret it?"
The emperor was furious: "Rebellious son!"
"Rebellious son!"
"Ahem... they are all rebellious sons!"
His blood boiled and he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood again due to such stimulation.
Before he could finish his words, a fishy and sweet taste suddenly rushed up his throat. With a "wow" sound, large mouthfuls of blood splattered on the bright yellow quilt, shocking to the eye.
Madam Zhaohua was standing not far away. Seeing the dirty blood spurting out, she was so frightened that her face turned pale. She screamed and took several steps back, fearing that she would be stained by the dirty blood.
The emperor gasped with difficulty, using his last bit of strength to stare straight at the panicked Madam Zhaohua.
“Heh… heh…”
"……you……"
He moved his lips with difficulty, "I am not... a match for the prince... I will never... be..."
He suddenly looked at the prince, with a last bit of fierce light in his eyes: "Prince, I... want you... to... let her... be buried with me!"
"I don't want it."
Madam Zhaohua screamed and her body trembled slightly. Why should he drag her to death with him?
She will be the most honorable queen mother in Dajing.
The prince did not answer the emperor's words. He squatted down in front of the emperor and looked him in the eye: "Father, do you regret it?"
The emperor slowly focused his scattered gaze on the face of his son.
He opened his mouth and smiled silently, revealing a row of teeth stained glaringly red by blood.
There was no regret or tenderness in that smile, only an imperial majesty and ultimate arrogance that was engraved into the bones.
"I... am... the Son of Heaven..."
He used up his last breath to finish this sentence, "Doing...anything...is...right..."
“No… regrets…”
The moment the words fell, the hand that once held the power of life and death finally fell powerlessly on the edge of the cold bed.
Those eyes that once overlooked the vast landscape are now closed forever and heavily.
There was a suffocating silence in the bedroom.
The prince remained in his squatting position, quietly looking at the lifeless body.
In a trance, countless childhood scenes flashed through his mind: the hearty laughter of his father as he lifted him high up, the gentle hand of his mother caressing his head, the warmth of the family of three in the imperial garden...
Those long-ago, purely happy times that were buried deep in his heart seemed so clear at this moment.
A sharp, indescribable pain suddenly spread from the depths of my heart.
He spoke softly, his voice so low that only he could hear it, "Father, you really don't love me anymore after all."
The prince slowly stood up and cast his gaze at Murong Jun, who was standing beside him with a pale face and flickering eyes.
"Father is dead," the prince said in a flat voice, "Are you happy?"
Murong Jun's whole body trembled violently.
He seemed to be burned by these words, and yet he seemed not to have recovered from the huge shock at all.
My father, he passed away without any warning?
Murong Jun's hands and feet were numb. He opened his mouth, his throat dry: "I..."
"Jun'er!"
Madam Zhaohua was so anxious that she almost jumped up and down. "Now is not the time to talk nonsense! Quick! Let our people come in! Control the situation!"
She almost shouted these words.
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