Voice of the heart: Those who are eaten by the real daughter are in bad luck

The emperor was also a little bit unbelievable. He twisted his body with all his strength to look at them.

In his opinion, he had suppressed the Zhang family for so many years without any regard for his biological mother's feelings, and he vowed to stick to what his father had said to him.

He knew how hard the Zhang family had been going over the years. The men of the Zhang family were struggling in the capital and no longer had the ambitions they had before.

He saw all of this, and this was what he had always hoped to see.

But he didn't expect that even though he suppressed the Zhang family so much, Zhang Yongping was still willing to be a loyal minister and general of the Great Chu.

He was a little dazed at this moment, wondering if it was right to believe his father's words back then.

If he had not deliberately suppressed them back then, would the borders of Great Chu not have been constantly harassed by foreign races?

And when the time comes when people are needed, there will be no lack of unscrupulous generals available in the court, right?

His eyes were a little dazed, and it seemed a little late for him to realize all this now.

His body no longer allowed him to think too much, and the future had nothing to do with him.

He used up his last bit of strength to wave to Song Junyan, who bowed and knelt before him.

"You, you must remember to be a good emperor, don't be like..."

He wanted to avoid being like him, who was too lazy and indulgent in the second half of his life and ended up like this.

But his body was in so much pain that his consciousness began to fade. He was unable to utter the last sentence before he completely died.

The hand hanging in the air dropped heavily, and Fu Hai shouted towards the square in panic: "Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician, come up quickly!"

A few figures emerged from the crowd tremblingly, and trotted up the stairs with their clothes in hand.

Several people came forward one by one to check the emperor's pulse and breathing. After looking at each other, they knelt on the ground together.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has passed away!"

Their voices were not small and were carried into the square by the wind, causing an uproar below.

Yunsong looked at the emperor who suddenly lost his breath and laughed crazily.

"Dead, hahahaha, this bastard is finally dead! He took my identity and my throne, it's really a bargain for him to die like this."

The anger that had been hanging in my heart finally dissipated at this moment.

He howled madly to the sky, and then started coughing violently again.

"me……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out in large gulps.

His body was already so broken that he could no longer hold on. He frantically took out the medicine bottle from his arms and poured all the pills into his mouth.

But the blood still gushed out and could no longer be suppressed.

He pointed at Zhang Yongping, his eyes still showing the resentment that had been planned for many years.

"You, you, this world... yours..."

He didn't even get to finish the last sentence as he fell heavily to the ground, his eyes open.

However, in just a quarter of an hour, the two people who had been separated for decades were no longer breathing.

Just like that, dead?

Isn't he a scourge that will last for thousands of years? How could this person die so easily?

Lu Xinran looked at the booklets belonging to the two of them in the system, all of which had lost their color, and felt inexplicably complicated.

Is this the end of this farce?

She looked at Song Junyan who was still kneeling in front of the emperor, and glanced at Zhang Yongping and the queen out of the corner of her eyes. She seemed a little dazed.

How could they be willing to continue to be inferior to others?

If Zhang Yongping took advantage of the situation to seize the world, both of them and the emperor's descendants would all become prisoners.

The court has been in a reshuffle recently. If Zhang Yongping really ascends the throne to become emperor, it will only take a little time for him to win over the court officials.

The situation is obviously extremely favorable to him, so why is he still willing to support Song Junyan?

The emperor passed away, and the entire court was in turmoil over such a major event.

Song Junyan still held in his hand the imperial edict that the emperor had publicly conferred upon him. Although the edict conferred him the title of crown prince, the crown prince would succeed to the throne when the emperor passed away, so he was now the legitimate heir to the throne.

The funeral was proceeding in an orderly manner, and Song Junyan left all the affairs in the court and among his brothers to Zhang Yongping to handle.

Song Junhua and Song Junsheng were shaking with their legs. They had just rushed over from Qingxin Palace when they heard the news of the emperor's death.

When they learned the news that the emperor had appointed Song Junyan as the crown prince before his death, the two of them immediately screamed in shock.

That somewhat crazy Yunsong is already dead, what else do they have to be afraid of!

Without that lunatic's restraint, the power and military authority they hold are enough to compete for the throne.

Before the two of them could make any move, Xie Lang, who had been staring at them, immediately called for help and took them away.

Seeing this situation, all the court officials who were originally watching on the sidelines also retreated into hiding.

They want to benefit from the emperor's achievements, but they also have to live to enjoy the wealth.

They are now afraid that Song Jun will settle the score with them later, holding the evidence of their secret dealings with several princes, and then...

Thinking of this, everyone secretly looked up at Lu Xinran who was still a little dazed.

Princess Wei, no, it should be the Queen now, her system can show you what color underwear they are wearing today!

The emperor never thought that he would die so early. His imperial mausoleum was only half built and it would take at least another ten years to complete.

The Queen Mother has fallen completely ill after what happened last night, and now no one in the harem can take care of her.

She lay in Yongshou Palace with empty eyes, gradually losing consciousness and developing a high fever.

When the Queen learned that the Queen Mother was ill, she rushed over with the imperial physician and served her by her bedside all day long, until the evening when the Queen Mother's high fever subsided and she woke up from her fainting.

"How will you be here?"

"My mother has taken good care of me over the years. How can I just ignore her when she is sick?"

In the harem, not one person took advantage of her when she was down, which was already a sign of special care for her.

The Queen Mother shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I know you blame me in your heart, but I am not his biological mother. That's all I can do."

"I understand," the Queen interrupted her, asked the palace maid to bring warm water, and personally helped the Queen Mother to drink it: "So I never blamed you, I only blamed myself."

The ups and downs in her life were all caused by her failure to judge people and meeting the wrong people. She couldn't blame anyone.

The Queen Mother sighed, her heart falling into silence as she thought about her future life.

"What are your plans next?"

She was not naive enough to assume that the queen would stay in the palace to guard the emperor.

I don't think she would value the identity of the Queen Mother.

The Queen replied without hesitation: "Maybe I will leave the capital. As for where to go, I haven't decided yet."

I originally thought that returning to the Northwest would be the best option.

But the emperor is dead!

She gained her freedom when she was still healthy, able to run and jump, and able to break a tree as thick as a bowl with one punch.

She now has the time and energy to realize what she had discussed with Lu Xinlan before.

The Queen Mother looked at the anticipation and eagerness in her eyes, and suddenly felt relieved.

"That's fine, that's fine. After decades of fear and trembling, I can finally sleep peacefully for a few days."

As for the rest, let it take its course.

The emperor is dead, what can she do?