"Father, do you know why I am willing to come and see you for the last time?" Zhong Mingwei looked at Zhong Zhiheng, whose face was as pale as gold paper and whose breath was not coming in and out, and the trembling and withered fingers holding the imperial edict. He said slowly, "I just came to tell you that even without your imperial edict and your charity, I can still legitimately ascend the throne, so, put away your charity."
“Snap!”
The withered hand suddenly loosened. The bright imperial edict fell to the ground, and Zhong Zhiheng fell on the bed, his eyes full of anger and sadness. He stared at Zhong Mingwei, and when he spoke again, his voice was much louder. At the same time, his laughter was even louder: "This is my imperial edict! You are my... my prince! You... you must obey it! If, if you dare to disobey the edict, you... you are a traitor!"
"Traitor? Didn't father have one? Why? Now father wants to force me to become the second traitor?" Zhong Mingwei curled his lips sarcastically, "Father is really good at tricks. He forced his princes to become traitors one by one. How will future generations evaluate father? And if a son becomes a traitor, how will father's tablet be written?"
"You...you are relying on the fact that I feel guilty!" Zhong Zhiheng was furious, his whole body twitching. Even so, he was still able to support himself and barely sit up. He was like a dying fish, about to die, but still trying his best to make a final struggle. He pointed his trembling fingers at Zhong Mingwei and roared, "What...what are you not satisfied with? I have handed the world over to you! I have put the most important things in front of you. You are now in power in the world. I...I have given you everything I can give! You...why are you still not satisfied? Huh?! Why?!"
"Father is right. I am just relying on your guilt," Zhong Mingwei said slowly. As he spoke, he took two steps forward and stood in front of the bed, stepping on the imperial edict. He bent down and looked into Zhong Zhiheng's eyes, which had become panicked and frightened because of his approach, but gradually blurred. "Also, my mother and I will never forgive you, and you can't expect to have a peaceful and peaceful life before you die, so just...die with your eyes wide open."
"Mingwei, father has never hugged me..." Those distracted eyes seemed to gradually solidify, without a trace of fluctuation. Zhong Zhiheng's hand suddenly stretched upwards, as if he wanted to hug Zhong Mingwei, but before it touched Zhong Mingwei, the withered hand suddenly fell back on the bed with a "click". Zhong Zhiheng just stared at Zhong Mingwei and died.
Zhong Mingwei stared at Zhong Zhiheng, who was lying with his eyes open on the bed, then turned around and left the bedroom.
"Ming Wei!"
As soon as he left the bedroom, he saw Mei Ya coming towards him. Zhong Mingwei turned his head away and wiped his wet eyes. Then he turned back and said to Mei Ya with pursed lips: "Didn't I tell you to wait in the side hall?"
"Mingwei," Meiya looked up at the man's red eyes, feeling extremely distressed. She put her arms around Zhong Mingwei, stroking his back and said softly, "If you feel uncomfortable, just cry. There is no one else here but me. Don't worry, no one will see the weakness of the current emperor."
"I'm not sad, I really am not sad. I hated him from a long time ago. Now that he's dead, I'm so happy, how can I be sad..." Zhong Mingwei said in a hoarse voice. When he said this, his throat seemed to be on fire. He sniffed the faint jasmine scent on Mei Ya's body. Somehow, he couldn't say anything anymore. He stretched out his hands and hugged Mei Ya tightly. After a long while, when he spoke again, Zhong Mingwei was already sobbing. "He... When he was dying, he wanted to hug me. He said he had never hugged me before, but I didn't let him do it. Girl, he died with his eyes open, you know? He... He regretted it! He must have regretted it so much! Girl, you don't know how happy I am!"
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