An Wuxi pressed his ear against his mouth, listening intently.
"The imperial edict of succession... to... to Liu'er... the Iron Wolf Tribe shall obey him..."
His voice grew softer and softer until finally his eyes rolled back and he fell completely silent.
Emperor Xiao Kui, a generation of Khan, died of illness with resentment and regret.
He didn't even dare to call his filial sons to see him off before he died, which is both tragic and lamentable.
[Yellow comment: Ahh, he's dead! Then the live stream should be canceled quickly! No! We want to see what's happening here.]
[Yellow comment: It's said that spending some points can extend the service by a few days?]
[Red comment: Yes, yes, we can temporarily borrow someone to extend the time by a few days. Let's choose An Wuxi.]
[Yellow comment by Xiao Peiyou: Su Su, I'll compensate you with points, please delay.]
This rule was set to warn streamers not to easily change or arbitrarily bind camera shots, but it unexpectedly left them feeling quite helpless.
Bai Su had a bitter pill to swallow. Now that Xiao Jiu was gone, how was she supposed to use her points to modify the camera lens?
Xiao Zhixing immediately helped her by shifting the camera focus from backstage to An Wuxi.
In the footage, An Wuxi wipes away his tears and makes no attempt to explain.
He casually covered Xiao Kui with the blanket and lowered the curtain.
Then, he quietly went behind the throne and took a blank imperial edict, secretly stamped it with the imperial seal, and finally took a brush pen that the Khan usually used and filled a small bottle with special ink.
[Red comments: What is he trying to do? Oh my god, is he trying to change the imperial edict?]
[Green comment: Absolutely, I'm just curious, who does he work for?]
It's definitely not Xiao Long's man, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to such lengths. He could have just announced the Khan's death and sent someone to fetch the imperial edict.
He stuffed these things into his bosom and sleeves, walked out of the bedchamber, and instructed the palace maids and eunuchs at the door, "The Khan is tired, no one is allowed to disturb him."
Xiao Kui has been distrusting no one lately, even replacing the old men he used to employ. These newcomers are timid and dare not question the words of An Wuxi, an important minister, and all agree.
An Wuxi left the sleeping quarters and hurried along a small path to the Grand Hall, arriving at a secluded spot.
He made a few gestures with his fingers, and a bodyguard suddenly appeared and knelt silently in front of him.
"Take me to the Grand Hall, quickly!"
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