The beauty of the peasant girl of crossing

"The good king has a rebellious intention, and I am unable to stop it. I hope His Highness the Crown Prince will forgive me! I... will die!" The ministers bowed down one after another and kowtowed to the ground.

The prince's eyes swept over a group of ministers kneeling on the ground. After all, he didn't want to increase the number of killings, so he forced his tired body to respond:

"Everyone, please rise! As a prince, it is your duty to protect your family and country. I am deeply sorry for causing you to worry for so long."

"Today, the Prince of Japan is here to assure you that as long as I am here, I will do my best to protect the people of Dayan from living and working in peace and contentment."

He said he would protect the people, but he never offered to spare them.

The official kneeling below stood up tremblingly, like a frightened bird, trembling and wiping the sweat from his forehead, fearing that the prince would chop him down if he was dissatisfied.

……

When the prince returned to the palace, he didn't even have time to change out of his dusty clothes and immediately went to visit his father, Emperor Yan Shengzong.

The emperor's bedroom is naturally exquisitely and gorgeously decorated. The main hall is covered with red carpets, and there are pillars carved with dragons and jade on both sides. It is full of splendor and splendor.

The palace servants outside sang the promise, the maids and eunuchs looked stern, and they all knelt down respectfully to greet him. The prince stepped into the hall step by step as everyone knelt down.

"It is a great joy for His Royal Highness to return home with honor."

A sarcastic voice reached the prince's ears, and the prince looked at the person who spoke with a heavy gaze.

——Concubine Qi, the biological mother of King Xian.

Concubine Qi stared at the prince closely.

After learning that her son had been killed, she was heartbroken. She was waiting here just to see how capable the person who killed her son was.

The prince understood in his heart and did not say anything. He just stood there indifferently, waiting for the palace people to come forward and take him to see his father.

He walked in step by step with the palace man, and with every step he took, Concubine Qi's eyes pierced him like sharp knives.

The palace attendants who led the way were a little timid under such gazes, but the prince was not affected at all.

Just when the prince was about to lift the curtain and enter the inner chamber where Emperor Yan Shengzong was, Concubine Qi suddenly rushed towards him like a madman:

"Yan Zifeng! In order to ascend to the throne, you killed your brothers and sisters! I only have a son, and you dare to let others kill him?"

She was so overwhelmed by her son's death that she used all the words she could think of to describe the prince, calling him snake-hearted and extremely vicious.

Her eyes slowly turned blood red, and then she screamed, "You killed my child, and I will make you pay with your life!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and the dazzling dagger pointed at the prince's chest, emitting a dazzling light.

As long as she goes in another inch, the prince's chest will be pierced.

However, the guards on the side were already on guard, and upon seeing this, they quickly kicked her dagger away.

Concubine Qi fell to the ground, and the dagger fell from her hand. The snow-white blade glowed faintly blue under the lamp, obviously it was quenched with poison.

The prince paused slightly and leaned forward, his dark eyes filled with solemnity:

"Your stupid son betrayed Dayan Kingdom and his father. His actions are treasonous according to the family law. According to the national law, the nine tribes should be destroyed. He deserves his crime and his death is not a pity!"

"No, nonsense! It's you who should die! Why don't you die?"

Concubine Qi's voice was hoarse, her eyes were faintly red with bloodshot eyes, and after she finished speaking tremblingly, she suddenly laughed:

"Hahaha...you want to be the new emperor, right?"

"If you kill innocent people indiscriminately, you will definitely not be able to win the trust of the world."

As she spoke, she grabbed the dagger on the ground and stabbed herself in the heart.

"You will never be able to compete with my son, never..." Blood flowed out, and she slowly fell into a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

"Concubine Qi!"

A palace maid screamed in surprise, and then covered her mouth, looking at Concubine Qi's fallen figure in horror.

The prince's eyes looked at the slumped body on the ground, dark and unclear.

After a long time, he slowly turned around, walked towards the inner room, stood in front of the emperor's bed, and stood with his hands behind his back, "Mr. Xuan!"

……

When Cui Yizhi, the imperial doctor of Cui, walked in, Concubine Qi happened to fall beside the brocade curtain in the inner room. The pearls and jade on the floor were mixed with her blood, which was very strange and horrifying.

Concubine Qi's face was facing him, her eyes were wide and bloodshot, her face was twisted, and her eyes were staring at one place.

"Yuzhuo..."

Dr. Cui tried his best to suppress the sobs that were stuck in his throat. His whole body went limp and he almost fell to the ground, and then he gasped violently.

Soon, a small yellow door came in and took away the body.

The urging sounds of other doctors came from behind. Doctor Cui turned his head stiffly, moved his pursed lips, and then took the lead into the inner room with heavy steps, approaching the prince straightly.

The prince's face was uncertain. He held the emperor's hand on the hospital bed and lowered his head. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing all the imperial doctors entering the palace, he slowly stood up, looked at the imperial doctors majestically, and asked directly: "Tell me! How is your Majesty's condition? Report it truthfully!"

The legs of the imperial physicians beside them shook and they knelt down quickly. Imperial Physician Cui also knelt down:
"Your Majesty, the destiny of heaven cannot be violated. The pure Yang of the Holy One has been exhausted, and the end is approaching..."

"nonsense!"

The prince's face changed drastically, he looked at them in disbelief, clenched his fists and said, "When this prince left the capital, my father was still in good spirits and in good health. How could he suddenly become so seriously ill?"

"Shortly after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince led the troops to the expedition, His Majesty suddenly fell ill and was unable to move around for a few days."

The imperial doctor who spoke knelt on the ground tremblingly, his official uniform soaked with cold sweat.

"...I have been sick since I was sick and no medicine has been effective. Now I can only rely on ginseng soup to survive. My body is at the end of its strength. In the past few days, I have had a high fever that has not gone away, causing my body to get worse..."

The imperial doctor hesitated to speak the next words, but Prince Yan Zifeng already understood that he was unable to save his life and was waiting to deal with the funeral arrangements.

His pupils shrank slightly and he gasped.He once again looked at Emperor Yan Shengzong on the sickbed.

Calculating the time, Yan Shengzong has been in coma for several months. He lives on ginseng soup and rice every day. He is now so thin that he is almost inhuman.

The prince's heart felt cold. He sat in front of the table with a cold face, twirling the ring on his thumb without saying a word.

Several imperial doctors were trembling with fear, folding their hands and placing them flat on the ground, with their foreheads pressed against the backs of their hands: "I am incompetent! Your Highness, please forgive me..."

The prince looked gloomily, glanced at the circle of kneeling doctors, and finally said in a cold voice: "Everyone, stand down!"

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Several imperial doctors looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The Holy Emperor's body was probably not going to last long, so they raised their heads to check for pulse every day.

Fortunately, the prince did not get angry this time, but next time, I wonder if they can survive?

Everyone bowed and saluted and exited the palace. When they were about to reach the door, Doctor Cui stopped, turned his head and glanced at the prince in the inner room.

That look was full of hostility, so deep that it was impossible to see the bottom...