I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Xiao Yizhuo, wearing armor and holding a sword, led the army to completely surround the palace. He then slowly walked into the Golden Throne Hall with Wen Shutang.

When I walked in, I saw the emperor sitting calmly on the dragon throne, with his head down, writing something.

Xiao Yizhuo frowned slightly, and didn't speak for a while, just looking at the emperor quietly.

Noticing someone coming in, the emperor looked up at him, looking very calm, without any sign of panic.

"You came."

A complex expression flashed across Xiao Yizhuo's brows: "Now, what else do you want to say?"

Hearing what he said, the emperor sneered: "The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. This is the truth that I understood when the princes fought for the throne. I was the winner at that time, but now I am just the loser. What is there to say?"

Hearing this, Wen Shutang raised her eyebrows slightly. She was a little surprised by the emperor's indifferent attitude.

She thought that the emperor would panic and beg for mercy to save his life, but now it seemed that the emperor had given up on his own life.

They were silent. The emperor spoke to himself, "When you first showed your talent, I simply thought you were a talented general who could be used by me. But your later achievements were so outstanding that the people began to praise you, and their voices even surpassed mine! I am the Son of Heaven, how could I tolerate such a thing? So I began to be wary of you and began to intentionally reduce your power, but everyone still praises you!"

When he said this, the emperor's eyes were filled with jealousy.

"I am the emperor! They are all my subjects! They should all praise me! Instead of a warrior like you who only knows how to lead troops in battle!"

The emperor became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he even stood up, looking at Xiao Yizhuo with eyes full of viciousness.

Hearing what he said, Xiao Yizhuo looked serious. Today he finally heard the emperor's true thoughts.

Looking at such a crazy emperor, Wen Shutang frowned and sighed slightly.

Her sigh was particularly obvious in the quiet hall. The emperor shifted his gaze to her and narrowed his eyes.

"It's you. Aren't you in the capital? Why are you wearing armor? And following Xiao Yizhuo?"

Wen Shutang did not answer his question, but took a step forward, stared straight into the emperor's eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"Do you know why the people still support him more even though you have intentionally reduced his power and status?"

The emperor snorted disdainfully: "Because these ignorant civilians are too stupid! They can't even tell who is the real Dragon Emperor!"

Wen Shutang frowned and said calmly: "Because you only have your imperial power in your heart, not the slightest bit for the people, and while you are trying every means to regain power, he is providing porridge to the people who have no harvest due to drought!"

When the emperor heard what Wen Shutang said, he was stunned for a moment.

Without waiting for his response, Wen Shutang continued, "As an emperor, you can't think of the good of the people, while he, as a minister, is always thinking about doing things for the people. The people can feel such a big difference."

After hearing this, the emperor was completely stunned.

He suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he was studying with his teacher in the upper study room. The teacher once asked him a question.

"Your Highness, the Seventh Prince, if you become the Great Prince in the future, what would you most like to do?"

"Of course, I want to be a good monarch who is loved and respected by the people! If I am lucky enough to become a monarch, I will definitely make my country more prosperous! Let every citizen live a good life!"

...

Thinking of what he had said at the beginning, a trace of confusion appeared in the emperor's eyes.

Did what he did over the years really make Nansheng more prosperous? Did he really make everyone live a good life? Did he become a good monarch who was loved and respected?

A series of questions popped up in his mind.

The answer to these questions is obviously no.

Thinking of this, the emperor smiled bitterly, as if he was suddenly relieved.

"I have been an emperor for so many years and have read so many books, but I still don't see things as clearly as a country woman. Hahahaha, the imperial power is nothing but a pipe dream."

After saying this, the emperor suddenly drew out the sword at hand, looked deeply at Wen Shutang and Xiao Yizhuo, and then committed suicide on the dragon throne.

Blood splattered three feet.

Seeing this scene, Wen Shutang and Xiao Yizhuo were stunned. They didn't expect that the emperor would end his life in this way.

But later the two of them understood the emperor. Perhaps such an ending was the most decent for the emperor.

This was the scene that Mu Ting, Zhao Linhe and other important court officials saw when they arrived. Everyone fell silent.

Perhaps the emperor was not a good monarch, but he did have noble and unyielding blood flowing in his bones.

The people gave the emperor a grand funeral, burying him in the place where emperors of all dynasties had slept, and respectfully called him the late emperor.

Xiao Yizhuo found an empty imperial edict on the table in the Golden Palace, and next to it there was a short note.

"Choose a good ruler to take the throne."

Seeing this line of words, Xiao Yizhuo felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He did resent the emperor for what happened back then, but now seeing the note left by the emperor, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Perhaps the original emperor also hoped that Nansheng would get better and better, but he had been in this high position for too long and was blinded by those chaotic things.

Xiao Yizhuo sighed imperceptibly, put away the empty imperial edict and the note, and after taking care of everything, he went to the Mu Mansion and handed the empty imperial edict and the note to Mu Jun.

After seeing this thing, Mu Jun also sighed deeply. Without saying much, he just put the thing away silently.

The news of the emperor's death soon spread throughout the capital, as the country could not be without a ruler for a day.

After discussing with several important ministers, Mu Jun decided to nominate Concubine Dun's son as the new emperor.

Although the new emperor is still young, he has many capable ministers around him. When he grows up a little, Nansheng will be completely handed over to his hands.

On the day of the coronation ceremony, the second prince wore a bright yellow dragon robe and a crown on his head, and his face vaguely had an expression similar to that of the emperor.

"I will work for the benefit of the people and make Nansheng prosperous and strong! No more foreign invasions and disturbances. I will protect and bless Nansheng to be prosperous!"

The second prince stood in the main hall, accepting the worship of the ministers and expressing his lofty ambitions.

"Congratulations to the new emperor on his ascension to the throne! Long live our emperor!"