"What? Isn't this what you want?" The emperor said tiredly, supporting the table with one hand.

"Everyone knows that I have eight sons, four of whom died young, and none of them were capable of much." The emperor's voice was low and full of bitterness.

He sighed and said, "I have worked hard to hold on until now, but I have never appointed a crown prince, only because I am worried about handing the country over to them!"

Gu Ci looked dazed. He looked at the emperor with a deathly look on his face and still found it hard to believe.

"Gu Ci, do you remember what the scene was like when I ascended the throne?" The emperor changed the subject and asked abruptly.

Perhaps it was because he had seen the contents of the imperial edict that Gu Ci was no longer afraid. He frankly said in a trance, "Of my father's fourteen sons, no one survived except my brother and me."

The current emperor climbed to his position by stepping on the corpses of his brothers.

"Then do you know why I let you go?" the emperor asked.

Gu Ci lowered his head and suddenly smiled, his expression unclear, and he said, "Of course it's because my brother is kind."

He was still young during the chaos and naturally was not involved.

"Mercy?" The emperor seemed amused. He asked in a deep voice, "Where does the mercy of the people of the royal family come from?"

"I spared your life only because you are my first child!"

"What!" Gu Ci stood up in shock, his face turning even more pale.

The emperor stared into Gu Ci's eyes and spoke word by word: "You! You are the child of me and Princess Qionghui! You are my eldest son!"

Gu Ci was so angry that he was shaking all over. His mother was clearly his father's favorite concubine, so how could she be having an affair with the man in front of him?

"You're talking nonsense!" Gu Ci couldn't believe it. He stepped back in panic, trying to escape, but he couldn't hide.

The emperor looked at him coldly and said calmly: "Your mother and I were truly in love at the beginning..."

If the Queen Mother had not been unable to bear it and was afraid that the truth would be revealed one day and affect her son's future, she would not have forced Princess Qionghui to commit suicide.

"You! You must be lying to me!" Gu Ci shouted subconsciously.

But the emperor just looked at him coldly and asked slowly, "If it weren't for this, do you think I would have kept you until now?"

The emperor sneered: "The assassins in the Huguo Temple, the haunted harem, the hallucinogenic drugs from Nanzhao, and the poison in the Empress Dowager's small Buddhist temple and in me..."

"Do you think I am so ignorant that I don't know anything?" the emperor asked. "For so many years, you have been sending people to look for the whereabouts of Tui Bei Tu. Do you think I don't know anything?"

He had known it for a long time, but he just couldn't bear to do it.

"Now that my eight sons are all gone, this kingdom is yours!" The emperor said coldly, and waved his hand tiredly: "Go down..."

Gu Ci was so shocked that he was in a trance. He actually picked up the imperial edict on the ground and staggered out of the imperial study.

Even until the sunlight outside shone on him, he still felt a sense of unreality.

For the sake of the throne and the world, he has been planning painstakingly and has not dared to relax for a moment over the years.

But he got what he had worked so hard for just like that?

In the Prime Minister’s Mansion, in the Fushou Hall.

Old Madam Hua stood in the courtyard, watching the officers and soldiers coming in and out calmly.

In great sorrow, she was extremely quiet, like a rotten wood that could fall down at any moment.

The Hua family is a family of scholars and officials. Three generations of the family served as officials. Their success and failure were due to the same dynasty. All their years of prosperity turned out to be nothing in the end.

Madam Han stood beside her, watching it all numbly. The Huafu had finally fallen, and her daughter's hatred had finally been dissipated, but she couldn't be happy at all.

I just wish I could sever my ties with the Hua family immediately.

When Hua Yuanshan was pinned down by officers and soldiers, she was still shouting that she was the third prince's concubine and was pregnant with royal child.

The officer who was suppressing her shot her in the stomach and said disdainfully: "The Third Prince has already gone to the underworld. Why don't you go down there and accompany him earlier?"

Aunt Su had suffered a lot in the nunnery some time ago. She was so thin and skinny that she looked like a servant. She simply hid among the servants in order to save her life.

But when the officers came, the servants, who were originally very afraid of her, directly brought her to the officers and soldiers.

In such a huge prime minister's residence, after the officers and soldiers passed by, no master survived.