He agreed.
Shen Xiaoli was very worry-free. He did not inherit the appearance of his mother, Concubine Su. Instead, his eyebrows and eyes were quite similar to his.
He looked at Shen Xiaoli and felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.
He thought it was just because they had the same father but different mothers.
Although he was blood-thirsty that day, he actually softened his heart when he saw Shen Xiaoli begging desperately.
He did nothing wrong. Instead, he advised his mother to be nicer to Shen Xiaohan's mother.
Whether it was useful or not is not the point, but because of this incident, he couldn't hate him.
So he untied the two men and had someone give the evil woman Su Fei a cup of poisoned wine.
The other cup was non-toxic and was given to Shen Xiaoli.
He didn't expect that Shen Xiaoli knew that the wine was poisonous, but still swallowed it in one gulp, without giving him a chance to react.
She just looked at him deeply and fell down in front of him.
The evil woman of the Su family did not show any sadness on her face. Instead, she clapped her hands happily, cheered loudly, and stared at him with malice: "Chen Xiaohan, Shen Xiaohan, you are really too clever for your own good."
"This must be the most regrettable thing you have ever done in your life."
Although he felt something was wrong at the time, his blood was boiling and he didn't have time to think too much. Just when he was about to stab Su to death with a knife.
His mother's men rushed in and said that his mother was suffering from heart failure and was about to die.
He could only have Su detained first and then interrogate him.
He braved the heavy rain and ran all the way to his mother's bedroom.
Because he was in a hurry, he fell several times while running.
His palms were scratched and bleeding, and the cold armor against his skin made him feel even more uneasy.
He didn't dare to rest or stop. This was his last relative in the world. He couldn't lose her again. He simply couldn't bear the consequences of losing her.
When he arrived at Zhao Qingqiu's bedroom, she was already on the verge of death.
The imperial physician was on his way, looking disheveled, with water dripping from his hair. He stumbled and knelt beside her bed, and with his cold hand, he took his mother's even colder hand.
He forced a smile and said, "Mother, I will soon take the throne. You won't have to be bullied anymore. I killed that man, and that vicious woman Su can't escape. I've locked her up in the dungeon. I'll torture her until she dies in agony."
Zhao Qingqiu didn't care about that. "My dear, why did you get caught in so much rain? What if you have a fever?"
This is his mother. Even in this state, she still remembers him.
He tried hard not to cry in front of her.
However, his mother held his hand even tighter and said, "My son, I know I don't have much time left. I probably won't make it to the day you ascend the throne."
At that time, he could be called panic-stricken: "Mother, please don't abandon me alone. I want to take you with me to enjoy happiness. You haven't even held your grandson yet."
"Mother can't wait any longer. You have to live well and take good care of your brother. You must."
Shen Xiaohan frowned and said the words he regretted most in his life: "Mother, he is dead."
His mother's pupils instantly dilated, and her breathing quickened. The next moment, she vomited a large mouthful of blood. Her eyes were terribly red, and she roared as if on the verge of collapse: "He is your own brother!"
She cried with tears in her eyes with every word, and the next moment, her eyes rolled back and she fell heavily to the ground, never to wake up again.
He knew that Shen Xiaoli was his younger brother, yes, he was somewhat close to him, but he was Su's son after all, and had no blood relationship with his mother, so why did his mother care so much?
He thought his mother was just too concerned about kinship, so she fainted from anger.
But no matter how he called, his mother never woke up.
He stretched out his trembling fingers to feel her breath. The mother who had loved him for more than twenty years was gone.
At that time, the imperial physician had just arrived, and he hurriedly asked the imperial physician to examine him. Perhaps it was just a misjudgment on his part?
How could he, a soldier who fought in wars, understand medical principles?
Maybe, maybe there's still a glimmer of hope? He just hasn't discovered it yet?
But the imperial physician's words made him feel as if he was falling into an icy cave in the June weather.
The imperial physician said, "Concubine Zhao has passed away. She must have suffered a great shock and died of anger."
As if worried that he would not be able to survive, the imperial physician added, "If it weren't for the shock, if she had taken good care of herself, Concubine Zhao might have lived for two more years."
Shen Xiaohan looked at his trembling hands, and his vision went dark.
He angered his own mother to death, he killed his only relative!!
He couldn't bear it for a moment and fainted.
When he woke up again, the first thing he did was to look for that vicious woman Su.
She must know something. There must be something hidden, and it is definitely not as simple as he sees.
When he saw Su in the prison, Su was already dying. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body. He was covered in blood and looked like he was going to die at any moment.
But it couldn't arouse any sympathy from him. He pinched her neck viciously and asked: "What exactly did you mean by what you said that day?"
Su was strangled by him and couldn't breathe, but she still looked at him with a vicious smile and provocative eyes.
He almost wanted to strangle her to death, but he finally restrained himself. He drew his sword and pointed it at her forehead: "If you don't tell the truth, I will bury your entire family with you."
Su's expression finally changed, and she began to tell the past bit by bit.
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