Yao Chen surveyed the palace as he continued, "Father, I haven't addressed you this way in ages. Do you know how I've managed to survive these past ten years? Right now, with just a gentle push of my hand, you'll be joining Mother in the underworld. Oh, I forgot, Mother, someone as gentle as her, long ago passed into paradise with Queen Wang Zhen. You won't meet her in the underworld."
Only when Emperor Gan Zhao met Yao Chen's cold, emotionless gaze did he finally understand. This man was his son; he could do what he said. Having chosen this path, he must have been fully prepared. Either they would perish together, or, having fulfilled his wish, escape unscathed.
"My son Yaochen, you must think clearly. I am your father. I gave you life and everything. I am also the king of Daliang. If anything happens to me, where will the people of the world be?"
Yao Chen almost laughed himself to death after hearing what Emperor Gan Zhao said. "The whole world? How ironic, how ridiculous. Don't worry, I'm not you. I wouldn't do something so outrageous and against the will of Heaven. I came here today, walking through the palace gates in broad daylight, just to ask you a question."
Before Emperor Gan Zhao could speak, Yao Chen pressed the blade against his throat again. This time, it wasn't just a simple contact. Beads of blood oozed through the long, thin red scar.
"If you didn't want power to fall into someone else's hands, if you didn't like me, why did you grant me the throne? And why did you watch helplessly as the Queen and I perished in the sea of fire? The Queen is your biological mother, she has never done anything to wrong you. The throne is already yours, what else are you dissatisfied with? What are you still worried about?"
Emperor Gan Zhao looked at Yao Chen with red eyes, as if he was waiting for him to tell him the truth before he killed him. "My son, listen to my explanation. That fire was really just an accident."
Yao Chen shook his head and laughed, "Do you think I'm still the fool I was when I was little? I know the whole story, I just want to hear it from you!"
...When Wang Yanzhou and Qinghe arrived, several layers of guards had already surrounded the imperial study. When they pushed open the door, they only saw Shu Yang standing there with a dazed look in his eyes, and Yao Chen who had held Emperor Gan Zhao hostage.
Wang Yanzhou and Qinghe stepped forward and said, "Yaochen, don't be impulsive!"
Before Yao Chen could make a move, Emperor Gan Zhao felt the sharp pain in his chest suddenly intensify. The next second, an unbearable fishy-sweet taste surged from his throat. At first glance, it seemed as if Yao Chen had already made a killing move against Emperor Gan Zhao.
Yao Chen took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood off his hands. Looking at the man lying on the ground clutching his chest in agony, he said calmly, "...Oh, it seems someone is even more anxious than me and has already taken action."
Seeing this, Qinghe quickly turned around and ordered, "Quick, call the imperial physician!"
The people outside the hall were about to come in when Yao Chen stopped them: "Stop! If you take another step forward, I won't mind dying with you. If you don't want to die, just go ahead and give it a try."
The guards exchanged glances before carefully entering the hall, weapons in hand. Before they could reach Yao Chen, their bodies suddenly felt like they were carrying a heavy burden, unable to move. Soon, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless and bleeding.
Shu Yang finally realized that Yao Chen had lied to her this time: "Brother, you!"
Yao Chen smiled faintly at Shu Yang, then lowered his head like a bloodthirsty demon and picked up Emperor Gan Zhao from the ground: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want an answer. Tell me why."
Emperor Gan Zhao clutched his chest and said painfully, "Chen'er, I'm sorry to you and your mother, but it was really just an accident! Chen'er, cough cough cough!"
"Hehe, don't talk nonsense to me." Before Yao Chen finished speaking, a white feather suddenly flew in from outside the hall and hit Emperor Gan Zhao squarely on the chest.
“……!”
Just when everyone thought that Emperor Gan Zhao might really die, Yao Chen's expression changed. Emperor Gan Zhao seemed to slowly recover from the excruciating pain, and his symptoms of coughing up blood also improved.
At the same time, a woman in white with her face covered, like a banished celestial being, slowly descended from the sky behind the crowd: "Chen'er, let him go."
When Yao Chen saw the white feathers appear, he knew it was her. But he didn't understand why she wanted to save him: "Master..."
"He can't die at this time, give this to him to eat." As he spoke, Wang Ruo suddenly passed through the crowd as if from the underworld and appeared in front of Emperor Gan Zhao safely.
Wang Ruo squatted down, plucked the feather stuck in his chest, and then quickly fed something that looked like a drop of water into Emperor Gan Zhao's mouth.
Emperor Gan Zhao clutched his chest and looked at her in panic: "What the hell did you feed me, you unruly person?"
Wang Ruo gently held her chin with her right hand and said with bright eyes, "Fighting poison with poison, something that can prolong your life, but that's all, hehe."
Wang Ruo's bell-like laughter chilled Emperor Gan Zhao's heart. Why did he feel that this person's voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before? Before Emperor Gan Zhao could think carefully, Wang Ruo ripped open his shirt, and a purple line flowed along his meridians, converging from all directions to his chest.
"Look, when this flower blooms on your chest, that's when I come to take your life." When Wang Ruo said this, she was like a child showing off a new toy to everyone in front of her.
Emperor Gan Zhao sat paralyzed on the ground. Apart from speaking, he could do nothing. Even if no one was restraining him, he had no strength left. "I, I have no grudge against you. Who are you?"
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. You should feel both strange and familiar to me." Before she finished speaking, Wang Ruo gently removed the heavy veil from her face. After seeing Emperor Gan Zhao's expression as if he had seen a ghost, Wang Ruo slowly stood up, turned around, and smiled softly at Wang Yanzhou.
Wang Zhen had been dead for years, but Wang Yanzhou still remembered what she looked like. Perhaps the only thing he couldn't remember was his mother's voice. Fortunately, Emperor Gan Zhao remembered. Over the years, Wang Zhen had been like a nightmare, appearing in his dreams a few days every month.
Wang Ruo and Wang Zhen are twin sisters. Apart from their tempers and the cinnabar between their eyebrows, sometimes even they themselves can't tell who they are.
"Mother, mother!"
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