Chapter 388 Death
He had just seen Lu Xueyin with the troops, and he felt relieved immediately. The Lu family army was definitely better than the useless people in the 90% military department.
The army entered the city and directly surrounded the palace. Almost all of the people inside and outside were Lu Xueyin's men. The prince acquiesced to all this, making it possible for the Lu family army to enter an empty place.
Lu Xueyin and the prince entered the palace together. The prince went straight to the emperor's bedroom, while Lu Xueyin went to the side hall - she knew her own limitations and that Emperor Qianyuan probably didn't want to see her now.
Emperor Qianyuan will only be dead in the next two days anyway, so why should she provoke him? What if Emperor Qianyuan dies from excitement after seeing her? Wouldn't that be unfair to her?
Lu Xueyin stood in the corridor. She knew that a farewell was taking place in the hall.
Even though the other party was her enemy, Lu Xueyin felt a little sad. No matter how big the hatred was, it seemed that it could be resolved with the words "death".
Lu Xueyin's thoughts began to wander, and at this moment, she did not feel happy that everything was settled.
She looked at the sun in the sky. The sun was about to set and only emitted a little afterglow. Its light was already very dim, but it was still trying its best to shine on the earth.
Emperor Qianyuan tried hard to open his eyes. He watched the prince walk in from outside the hall. He was dignified, calm and steady. He stared at him without blinking.
He had always ignored his son and never looked at him properly. In the blink of an eye, he had grown up and he had grown old.
"Yier..." Emperor Qianyuan murmured.
The prince walked to the bedside with a distant look in his eyes. The two were very close, yet very far apart.
The prince felt as if something was blocking his chest. He opened his mouth and finally called out with difficulty: "Father..."
Emperor Qianyuan curled the corners of his lips. Perhaps it was because a dying man's words were often kind, so he wanted to be kinder to his son.
"Yier, Lu Xueyin is not easy to deal with. Don't confront her head-on..." Emperor Qianyuan said with difficulty, "Yan Xing has a close relationship with her. You can grant them a marriage. If you brothers work together, you will always find...an opportunity and slowly plan."
The prince lowered his eyes and looked at the hand he extended. He seemed to want to hold his hand. He suddenly remembered that when he and the Fourth Prince fell together as children, he stretched out his hand to him, wanting him to hug him.
But he didn't. He picked up the Fourth Prince. He still remembered the sadness and loss in his heart at that time.
He wanted to tell him that he had decided to abdicate and that he had reached an agreement with Lu Xueyin that the world would be handed over to Lu Xueyin in the future.
The kingdom he fought for has changed its owner.
He really wanted to see the expression on his face if he knew about this.
He opened his mouth and finally said, "Well, I know, don't worry." This was all he said in the end.
Emperor Qianyuan opened his mouth again, finally saying, "Fourth Brother... spare his life. Let him live, just live." After a pause, he added anxiously, "If you kill all your brothers, you'll only give them something to talk about when you ascend the throne, which won't be good for you."
The prince curled his lips, seemingly for his own good, but actually for the Fourth Prince.
There was a cold look in his eyes, but his words were gentle: "I understand, Father. Don't worry."
After all, he only had this one sentence.
Emperor Qianyuan saw through his perfunctory and cold attitude and said softly, "You blame me, don't you?"
The prince glanced at him, shook his head, and said indifferently: "I used to feel strange. I always wondered why you treated us so differently, since Li Cheng and I are both your sons. Now... now I am no longer the child who needs a father's attention."
Emperor Qianyuan was stunned. Even until his death, his son was unwilling to reconcile with him?
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said calmly, "Father, rest assured. I will not kill Li Cheng and the deposed Queen. I will spare their lives. When the deposed Queen dies, I will bury you both together. As for my mother... please do not disturb her peace. I believe you would not wish to be buried with her either."
The prince didn't complain, but every word he said was filled with resentment. He was almost dead, and his son was still blaming me.
Emperor Qianyuan opened his mouth and was about to say something when the prince looked at him with a cold gaze.
"Father, don't worry and go. Work hard and things will get better and better." The prince said softly, his tone gentle, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
The prince didn't think he was cold and indifferent. He felt that he had done his best for him. He didn't even tell him that he had decided to abdicate and that Lu Xueyin would be the ruler of the world in the future. This was the biggest blow to him. He was already generous and kind enough. He felt that as a son, he had done his best.
But it was obvious that this consideration was not enough to satisfy Emperor Qianyuan.
He opened his mouth and said weakly: "...Yier, I'm not a good father, don't learn from me. In fact, when you were born, I was very happy..."
The prince was not moved at all, only watching the compassion he showed before his death. He lowered his eyes and listened to his ramblings, listening to his pitiful concern for him, as if he really cared about him.
Emperor Qianyuan said a lot, and while holding his breath, he also explained the affairs of the court.
"The Minister of War is old and has not done much in these years. You can't trust him completely. This position is very important. Lu Xueyin will definitely fight for it, but you can't give it to her. And the Minister of Revenue, I know that the current Minister of Revenue is your man, which is good. Money is always the most important thing. My private treasury... was originally intended to be left to you. Now that you have got it, I am relieved. I know you blame me, but you are my son after all. No father would want to harm his son." Emperor Qianyuan muttered intermittently.
Emperor Qianyuan continued, "Lu Xueyin is indeed very powerful now, but she has a fatal weakness. She is a woman." His tone was filled with disdain. "A woman dreaming of ruling the world is simply a foolish dream. There are many people in this world who cannot bear to see a woman in power. These people will be your helpers. You can unite these forces that oppose Lu Xueyin and then resist her."
Emperor Qianyuan said this, staring closely at the Crown Prince. "Lu Xueyin is a woman, and her weaknesses are obvious. Most women are trapped by love. So let Yan Xing marry her and have a few more children. By then, her military power will belong to the power of the Duke of Zhenguo. After all, women, in the end, still have to rely on their husband's family and men."
The Crown Prince's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. He couldn't understand what was going on in Emperor Qianyuan's mind. Why did he have such a misconception about Lu Xueyin?
It was not unfair at all that he lost to Lu Xueyin. He had never understood his opponent.
The prince was even disappointed. He had always looked up to his father, but now looking at him again, he saw him as just an ignorant and self-righteous old man.
No wonder Da Gan is so dangerous in his hands.
The prince didn't want to listen to him chattering any more, so he interrupted him and said, "Father, please don't worry about these things. You should just focus on recuperating." It was because he was thinking about these trivial things that he became seriously ill.
Emperor Qianyuan saw his indifference and felt extremely anxious. He couldn't help but reach out to grab him: "...Listen...listen to me...you must guard well..."
But he had just said too many words and consumed too much energy. He became anxious and couldn't catch his breath. His whole body stiffened and he died.
The prince froze all over. He never expected that he would die suddenly.
He had lost his feelings for him a long time ago, but when he really died, there was still a void in his heart.
An imperial physician hurried up to take the prince's pulse, then shook his head and said to the prince, "Your Highness, please accept my condolences. His Majesty has passed away."
The eunuch beside him shouted loudly: "His Majesty has passed away..."
The sharp voice spread out and woke up the prince.
He turned his head, his body stiff, his mind full of one thought: he had no father.
This time, he was truly alone.
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