He looked at her like a little animal with red eyes, and there were too many complicated emotions in his eyes.
"I didn't even leave the throne for you. You are so useless." She played with her nails carelessly, with no care in her eyes.
"I thought you didn't care about anything, but it turns out you still care about the throne. It's a pity that except me, there seems to be no one else in this palace who can inherit the throne."
Chi Yu looked at her with sharp eyes, raised his chin slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"How did you know?" Her nails almost dug into her flesh as she looked at him angrily.
"Why do you care how I know that?" Chi Yu did not answer her question directly.
The Queen Mother looked at his face, which was similar to Emperor Xuan'an's when he was young, and felt as if a huge stone was blocking her heart. However, she quickly reacted: "The late emperor did not leave a will. According to custom, it is not you who should inherit the throne."
Chi Yu was extremely disappointed with her now. With her father dead, she only cared about the throne. So what if she got it? Who could she give it to?
Could it be that the seat should be given to the Marquis of Wu'an, who is nearly fifty years old?
He suppressed his grief and arranged the emperor's funeral. When the emperor passed away, the people were mourning. Emperor Xuan'an was a wise ruler and the people loved him very much.
The funeral bell rang nine times, and the people knew that the emperor was dead, so every household spontaneously put on plain clothes.
The Empress Dowager hated Emperor Xuan'an very much, and naturally she also hated Chi Yu, who had his blood.
She didn't take Chi Yu seriously at all. In her opinion, Emperor Xuan'an didn't even leave a will, so it was up to her to decide who would succeed to the throne.
.......
"Your Highness, are you still determined to go back?"
Chi Yu stared at Situ Ye, who was kneeling under his seat, without saying a word. Situ Ye continued to persuade him earnestly: "Your Highness, you also know how good the late emperor was. Can you bear to let his world fall into the hands of outsiders, or even enemies?"
Chi Yu's eyes sternly asked, "What enemy?"
Situ Ye seemed to know that he had said something wrong, and avoided his gaze guiltily: "Your Highness, I said something wrong for a moment, please forgive me."
"Just say what I tell you to say." Chi Yu's voice rose several degrees, and a bad idea emerged in his mind.
"Is it the Queen Mother?"
Situ Ye didn't say anything, but just lowered his head in silence. Silence meant consent.
Chi Yu's eyelashes trembled, his throat was choked, and he couldn't utter a word. He was surrounded by a huge sense of absurdity. He still didn't want to believe that someone could attack the person next to him.
He thought of the man who occasionally smiled kindly, the warmth of his palm when he stroked his forehead, his hearty laugh, and the way he coaxed him with new toys.
He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, clenched his teeth, but tears still flowed uncontrollably.
The veins on his neck bulged, he held his breath, his pale face turned red, and he finally couldn't help but scream out loud, roaring like a madman.
Situ Ye looked at his painful expression and became more and more excited. This was right. As long as His Highness's heart was full of hatred, why would he worry about not being able to sit on a high position?
Chi Yu vented his anger for a while, then calmed down. He said to Situ Ye in a hoarse voice, "Where is my father's will?"
Situ Ye's eyes widened instantly, but he quickly reacted: "Your Highness, you have finally figured it out. Please follow me."
He took Chi Yu through layers of secret passages and finally found the late emperor's will in a secret compartment.
He touched the wooden box, and two drops of cool liquid fell on the lid of the box. He recognized that this was the first birthday gift he gave to his father. It was carved with a knife when he was six years old.
There were childish patterns carved on it, some deep and some shallow, and the whole box was made with extremely rough workmanship.
But the box has never been covered in dust or damaged in all these years, which is enough to show how much the owner cherishes it.
According to his memory, he opened the lock he had set when he was a child.
There was an imperial edict and a secret letter lying quietly inside.
The content of the imperial edict was naturally to pass the throne to him, and the content of the letter made him cry.
"Yu'er, when you read this letter, your father will probably be gone. But don't be sad. You need to cheer up. Your father knows that you have always been a child of outstanding talent and a person with great ambitions."
"Ever since you revealed your talent at the age of three, your father has been both surprised and afraid. I was surprised that God would give me such a gifted child. I was afraid that although your father is ruthless, he is soft-hearted towards his partner. He was afraid that she would hurt you."
"I was thinking, could you be more mediocre? There's nothing wrong with being a mediocre emperor, but you're just too good. I have no choice but to clip your wings. Child, will you blame me?"
"You're too precocious. You knew there was something wrong with that bowl of medicine, but you drank it anyway. You don't realize the look you gave your father at that moment was more painful than having your heart cut open with a knife."
"But Father has no other choice. In order to keep you alive in this palace, Father can only do this."
"Now that you've read this letter, it means you're willing to take on this responsibility. Father is very pleased. Father believes you can become a wise monarch. You're more meticulous and careful than I am. Father believes in you."
"However, don't push yourself too hard. Perhaps you saw this letter by accident. If so, you still have a chance to regret it. Father has already thought of a way out for you and will not let anyone hurt you again."
"Don't avenge me, I know. This is what I deserve. I only hope that you marry someone you like and who likes you back. That's enough. I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a father before."
"So now I have thought of a way out for you. No matter which path you choose, your father will not blame you. You are my flesh and blood. All I want is for you to be safe and healthy."
Tears dripped onto the thin paper, instantly wetting a large area of the paper. His lips were pale, but the corners of his eyes and cheeks were abnormally red.
He held the thin piece of paper tightly, as if he wanted to shed all the tears in his life.
He pinched the detoxification pill at the bottom of the box and swallowed it without hesitation. It took him seven years to understand Emperor Xuan'an's painstaking efforts.
It turned out that it wasn't that he didn't love him, it was that he loved him too much. But at the same time, he also loved his mother too much. He loved her dearly, so he could only do this.
Chi Yu could no longer hold a grudge against him, because if it were him, he might have acted even worse than Emperor Xuan'an. Tang Wan was the most important person in his remaining life, and he couldn't hurt her in the slightest for anyone else.
Even his own children.
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