The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

Ming Feiqing watched coldly, only worried that his blood would stain his hands.

"Father was so angry that he vomited blood just seeing that I was safe and sound, so what I said next, wouldn't it be possible to kill Father?"

The old emperor was trembling all over, his throat rolled rapidly under the bark-like skin, and he uttered muddy ravings, but no one could understand what he was saying, his voice was weak, and he couldn't alarm the guards outside the palace.

"I know that there are drugs in the three sticks of incense sticks, so I specially adjusted the position so that the father will take care of himself."

Ming Feiqing unhurriedly uncovered the filth under the emperor's skin, "Xiyi occupies natural dangers, and the possibility of defeat in the Western Expedition is very high. You want to regain the name of Xiyi before you die. For this selfishness, you don't care about 20 soldiers. Of course, you are also afraid that the Western Expedition will be defeated in the evening, so you use the blessing ceremony as a cover, as long as you believe that I made a mistake in the ceremony and angered the heavens, when the Western Yi is defeated, you can also retreat unscathed, and the 20 Thousands of lives have been blamed on me, and the common people have someone to vent their curses on, and you can barely keep Mingjun's reputation."

This golden abacus is so ingeniously played, if Ming Feiqing hadn't died once, he really couldn't see that the emperor he once wanted to be respected by his father calculated him like this.

The old emperor was startled and angry, clutching the brocade quilt tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Ming Feiqing was still holding the red thread for blessing in his hand: "Actually, you should be grateful to me for being able to live to this day. I used to feel lucky for my fate, because as long as I am here, Huaijin's luck will not be so bad." Poor, I accompanied him to climb out of the mud and walked step by step to this magnificent palace. I once sincerely hoped that his relatives could live a long and healthy life, but that was just the past. Later, I found out that to let a person like you To live will only harm myself and 20 innocent soldiers, so..."

Under the horrified eyes of the emperor, he snapped off the red thread that prayed for a continuation of life: "Father, the emperor should die sooner, and do less evil."

After a crisp breaking sound, the red thread broke in two. Almost at the same moment, the emperor suddenly vomited blood, and the wound that had stopped bleeding began to burst open, and the blood soaked the entire quilt in an instant.

There were hurried footsteps outside, Huai Jin rushed over with the imperial physician, and saw the emperor convulsing and struggling in a pool of blood, Ming Feiqing stood beside him with a calm face.

Huaijin has a headache, the prime minister's henchmen are outside, Ming Feiqing even pretends to be fine!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Huai Jin pulled Qin Ran into a corner: "Just tell me, can you save him this time?"

Qin Ran was sweating profusely, and the blood on his hands was not wiped off: "Your Highness... be careful about the imperial city, I'm afraid there will be chaos."

The implication is that the emperor is at stake.

Huai Ziyu knew it well, and asked Qin Ran to do his best, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the courtiers.

He took off the badge that he carried with him, recruited his confidant young general, and asked him to go to Dongying to dispatch [-] soldiers and horses to guard the main roads of the imperial city.

After all, there is still Brother Sanhuang at the border, so he has to guard against someone tipping off the news.

After finishing all this, without saying a word, he stepped forward and pulled away Ming Feiqing who was already watching the excitement. As soon as he took his hand, he felt half of the red line. He didn't dare to take a closer look until he closed the door and window in the side hall.

Sure enough, it was the red thread used for blessing.

Ming Feiqing's mind was clearly revealed.

Huaijin: "If he dies tonight, you can't escape it!"

Ming Feiqing was not afraid at all: "Then His Highness should hand me over to Lin's party and let them punish me for the crime of regicide. Why did you drag me to this side hall? Why, do you want to be with me?"

"You!!" Huai Ziyu was so helpless that he wanted to teach him a lesson, but he couldn't bear it.

"Look, I just tore off a red thread, and your father's life will be lost." Ming Feiqing played with the half of the red thread in his hand, "If I die, wouldn't Xi Qin be about to perish?"

Huaijin: "..."

"Your father wanted to kill me, and you have seen his end now."

Only after Ming Feiqing's death did he realize that Ziweixing's fate is not to make him an accessory of Huai Ziyu, but to let him live his life without being a fool. He is the most powerful and lawless person in the world.

In his previous life, he didn't want to live anymore, so he dragged the whole of Xiqin to be buried with him. In this life, he wanted to live a chic and unrestrained life. The whole of Xiqin, including the emperor and the crown prince, were all his playthings.

"A Jin." He hooked Huai Jin's collar, leaned closer and asked, "Do you want to kill me, or should I ask, do you dare to kill me?"

With a gloomy face, Huaijin clasped his wrist and pushed him away: "Tianbai!"

Tian Bai immediately entered the hall.

He heard the crown prince order with a sullen face: "Send the crown princess back to the East Palace, watch closely! Don't let him come out without my king's order!"

Tian Bai glanced at the Crown Princess, not knowing what conflicts were going on between the two of them, so he had to follow suit.

Ming Feiqing didn't resist either, he had already done what he wanted to do, and returning home to sleep well was exactly what he wanted.

Huaijin watched him leave through the small door of the side hall, frowned anxiously, and called for the commander of the guards in the palace.

The imperial guard had been taken by Huai Ziyu for his own use early in the morning. Now that the emperor's time is running out, he doesn't have to hide it, and dispatches it openly.

"Send a team of people to quietly follow the princess, there will be chaos tonight, don't let anyone snatch him away halfway."

The commander of the guards heard the meaning behind His Highness's words, sighed in his heart, and immediately took orders to do it.

The news of the emperor's critical illness spread like wildfire in the palace, and concubines and courtiers were kneeling inside and outside the Hall of Harmony.

Faint cries came in.

When the old emperor was dying, his eyes became clear for a moment.

Huaijin brought a bowl of medicine: "Father, please drink some medicine."

The emperor stared at him, and said hoarsely: "Zhen...is he going to die?"

Huai Jin took a look at the blood stains under his body, whether it was due to the relationship between father and son, she avoided the seriousness and comforted her: "Drink the medicine, you will feel better."

The emperor's eyes suddenly softened when he saw him, and he stretched out his trembling hand towards Huaijin, and Huaijin knew what he meant, so she put her hand into his palm.

Between father and son, there is a rare warmth.

"You are...a good boy with great ability." The emperor recalled the past weakly, "When you were just born, I thought about making you the crown prince. Your mother is an excellent person, and her personality Too hard, stubborn, staunch, she made me angry back then."

Huaijin's biological mother, Zhao, was originally a general's daughter. At first, she dared to disguise herself as a man, armed with a long sword, and rode thousands of miles alone to help the young emperor who was trapped at the border. The Zhao family's power did not dare to make her a queen, but they did not make her a queen, and they only favored the noble concubine.

Before the age of five, Huaijin was also the jewel in the palm of his father, queen and concubine.

When Huaijin was six years old, the emperor pacified the frontiers, and after the imperial power was stabilized, he listened to the slander of the court, charged all the males of the Zhao family with the charge of secretly dispatching troops for treason, killed all the males of the Zhao family, and killed all the birds.

In the summer of the same year, he made the noble concubine his empress. During the conferring ceremony, the noble concubine pierced the emperor's chest with the long sword that had saved him in the past.

The emperor is in his early forties this year, and his health is extremely poor. He was stabbed out by the concubine's sword.

"She wants to kill me..." He touched the sword scar on his chest, "The power of the Zhao family has already threatened my throne. I said that as long as there is no Zhao family, I am willing to make her queen, but she is really stubborn." Ah, you say you love me, but you hate me for those ignorant family members, and even want to put me to death."

Huaijin was extremely disappointed: "Father still doesn't know what's wrong with me? No wonder mother and concubine don't want to see you before she dies."

The old emperor seemed to have been greatly stimulated. He straightened his upper body and wanted to do something, but finally fell back powerlessly: "Your temperament is exactly the same as hers. You can't stay in the palace. I have to send you to Tuzhou. You are left to fend for yourself, but you... have come back alive, and you are still alive and well, compared to all your well-clothed brothers, now, do you hate me?"

"...If you only talk about the exile in Tuzhou, I don't hate it anymore."

Huaijin's hatred had almost dissipated when those brothers were killed. Now he is more and more like the emperor, and he can understand the emperor's previous choices. He has resentment, but he doesn't hate it.

"If I don't go to Tuzhou, I won't be able to meet Ming Feiqing."

If there was no Ming Feiqing, he would have starved to death on the mountain road in despair when he was six years old, how could the throne be so easy to come by today?

The old emperor closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "I knew it, you are for him."

"It's for him that I don't hate your cold-blooded and harsh treatment back then. Father should be grateful to him."

The emperor urged urgently: "If you keep him by your side, even if it will bring you good luck, Ziweixing is also the emperor star, and one day, he will replace you!"

Huaijin didn't want to listen any more: "Father is ill and confused, please drink medicine."

The emperor opened his mouth, and just swallowed a mouthful of medicine, but vomited more blood, his temporary life force visibly weakened again, and his chest heaved violently, he realized something: "I am more awake than ever .Ziyu, you are about to take my position, and I want you to issue the first imperial decree."

"What is your father's last wish?"

The emperor grabbed Huaijin's wrist: "I want you to execute Ming Feiqing for the crime of regicide!"

In the gloomy night, the East Palace was brightly lit.

Xichun carried the lantern into Shanyue Pavilion.

Ming Feiqing was playing the piano contentedly.

Things in the palace are tightly sealed, and everyone in the East Palace is still unaware of the changes in the palace.

Xichun smiled and said, "Young Master is in a good mood?"

Although Ming Feiqing didn't answer, there was a comfortable smile on the corner of his mouth, and his piano sound was also full of joy.

"The mansion is already full of lamps. Forgive me for asking too much. Today is not a festive season. Why did you want the whole mansion to be lit?"

Ming Feiqing said: "There is a happy event."

Xichun thought it was really a happy event, so she also laughed, "What happy event?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a distant and dull bell sounded from the sky above the imperial city.

Three longs and two shorts are the death knell—a death knell that rings only when the emperor dies!

The smile on Xichun's face froze immediately, and the entire East Palace fell silent at this moment.

There is only the cheerful sound of the piano.

"The happy event is coming soon?" Ming Feiqing plucked the strings briskly:

"If you can't set off fireworks, then light up the lights to celebrate."

"Congratulations to the emperor, passing away."