Zhong Zhiheng was speechless and kept coughing. He had received too much stimulation and shock in the past two days, and his body was already very weak. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Zhong Mingzheng forced the emperor to revolt. He was shocked and angry, and had just vomited blood again. He could no longer hold on.
"At the beginning, you made my eldest son the crown prince, and I had no objection. After all, he was the only legitimate son of the empress, and he was also the eldest son of the emperor. It was reasonable for you to make him the crown prince. Although I was jealous, I did not think that you were partial. But gradually, mother and son found that this crown prince was not to your liking. It was from that time that mother and son decided to overthrow this crown prince who displeased you. So, that year, the Jingren Palace caught fire and a fire almost killed my eldest son. "The next year, at the New Year's Eve banquet, the eldest son was drunk and behaved rudely in front of the emperor. This was all done by my son and mother. Although it was a bit vicious, my son and mother were also following your wishes, father, to overthrow this prince who you disliked, right?" Zhong Mingzheng said slowly, while pulling Zhong Zhiheng's hand and gently wiping the fine beads of sweat on the back of his hand, and said, "After overthrowing the deposed prince, my son thought, this East Palace should be my son, right? But in my father's eyes, there is only me. Second, the son just couldn't understand. How was the second one better than the son? Was he born higher than the son? Humph, what made the son even angrier was that the second one had been sick since childhood, and his body was not even as good as a grown-up girl. He had to take medicine every now and then. Father, what on earth do you like about him? The son was really confused. Since the son was not the candidate for the crown prince that the father had chosen, the son had to find ways to become the candidate for the crown prince in the father's mind. So the son tried his best to get along with the second one. "The second son fought till the end, and was finally released from the capital. But before I could even catch my breath, I looked back and realized that you, my father, had been paving the way for the fourth son. On the one hand, you let the second son and I fight to the point of both suffering losses, while on the other hand, you have been secretly supporting the fourth prince. Father, you are really good at playing political tricks, letting the fourth son enter the East Palace without getting blood on his body or stepping on mud. Father, do you think I can swallow this?"
At this point, Zhong Mingzheng sat up straight. He threw away the handkerchief in his hand and looked coldly at Zhong Zhiheng, who was gasping for breath on the edge of the bed. After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Father, you keep asking how your son could kill his own brother. Now you should know who the executioner is, right?"
"It's you! It was you from the beginning to the end! It was you who turned your eldest son into a cripple! It was you who caused your second and third sons to fight each other in a bloody battle, destroying their families, and it was you who forced me to kill the fourth son! Father! All of this is because of you! Don't you know?!" Zhong Mingzheng stood up, looking down at the trembling Zhong Zhiheng, and said coldly, "You said I'm a beast, yes, I am. In order to seize the throne, I was cold-blooded and ruthless, and I didn't hesitate to kill the fourth son. But father, who turned me from a human into a beast? And what kind of father would turn his own son into a beast who kills his own son? Huh?!"
“Puff!”
The next second, a mouthful of blood spurted out, Zhong Zhiheng's body trembled twice, and then he fainted.
"Your Highness! I'm afraid the Emperor is dying! We need to call the imperial physician in!" Zhao Ruhai rushed in regardless and knelt down in front of Zhong Mingzheng. "Your Highness! Please save the Emperor! Please have mercy!"
Zhong Mingzheng looked coldly at the unconscious Zhong Zhiheng, then at the blood foam on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Call the imperial physician."
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