After returning home, the Crown Princess can no longer hide her vest!

Mu Zhao left the small meeting room with the crowd, deliberately walking slowly behind the crowd.

Ye Wuchen sighed and talked to Lu Qian for a while. He turned his head and was stunned for a moment. He lowered his voice and asked Lu Qian, "Where are the people from Huai?"

Along the high and wide red wall, the prince was no longer seen.

Mu Zhao had successfully avoided several waves of patrolling guards and successfully reached the side door of the emperor's bedroom, quietly hiding in front of the bushes.

The night is dark and the window overlooking the pond is open.

The gauze curtains were fluttering in the bedroom, the lights were dim, and from time to time, the emperor's heavy coughing and wheezing could be heard.

Xu Donglan served the medicine as usual, comforted the emperor with a few words, and then led her people out of the palace.

In the empty hall, the only sound was the emperor's coughing.

The prince lifted the curtain and took a look, a little hesitant to recognize him.

The man lying on the bed looked haggard with sunken cheekbones, and was almost unrecognizable.

After not seeing him for over a month, the emperor has become so emaciated?
Lang'er's speculation really worked. He had been overdrawing his life by taking pills of unknown origin continuously, and now his life was clearly at the end of its rope.

Several vague voices came from outside the palace, "Why is it this greasy soup again? Your Majesty has a hard time eating anything."

"Empress Lan ordered us to make some ginseng soup for His Majesty to drink."

"Anyway, you'll have to hang him as long as possible. Okay, follow me in first..." The palace door was pushed open, and the eunuch holding the soup lowered his head and followed the chief eunuch.

I smell a faint fragrance towards me.

Before he could react, he fell to the ground.

Mu Zhao's ghostly figure appeared beside them, picking them up one by one and gently throwing them to the ground.

She raised her toes to hold up the falling object and placed the tray of tea steadily on the table.

The emperor coughed until his mouth was dry and his throat was hoarse.

With his arms hanging down, he knocked on the bed frame listlessly, trying to get the young eunuch to come closer to serve him.

However, when he opened his eyelids, he seemed to see a familiar figure swaying in front of him.

"You..." the emperor shouted in a hoarse voice.

Mu Huaizhi walked three steps along the jade steps, holding a dagger in his hand and gently lifted the curtain beside the bed, his eyes falling lightly on the emperor.

"You are dying." He whispered softly, looking at the emperor with a look that showed no sadness or joy.

It seemed that no matter what the emperor looked like, he couldn't change his mood at all.

The emperor felt tired all over and his eyes were blank. He heard voices in his ears, but it seemed like it took a lot of effort for him to just open his eyelids.

After finally seeing clearly who was standing beside his bed, the emperor wanted to call for help, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a rough gasp of "ah ah".

"Look at how pitiful you are now. It's hard to imagine that my father died at the hands of someone like you."

"The pursuit of immortality has led to the end of a life in which one is paralyzed in bed like a withered skeleton."

"Emperor, if you were not so greedy, would the ending be better than it is now?"

"Everyone knows that immortality is nothing more than a false wish of man."

"What do you want?"

"Look at what those fools who pursue immortality will get in the end." Mu Zhao walked closer to the bedside, lowered his head and looked coldly at the emperor lying on the sickbed.

"Either you are burned to ashes over the endless years, or you take the wrong medicine and end up in a dead end like you did."

"A trap full of falsehood and exaggeration, and you actually believed it so easily." "That Barbarian Chieftain is the high priest of the grassland people. They have long colluded with the heir of the Southern Chu Emperor, and they are after your life."

"Emperor, Lang'er clearly told you not to rely solely on drugs, but you didn't believe it."

"The courtiers who are loyal to you, like my foolish father, will eventually be gnawed by you until not even a bone is left."

"Now, all the loyal people around you have dispersed. The remaining ones...are either villains like Gong Hui who flatter and seek profit, or useless people like Liu Deng who are submissive and useless."

"You said you doubt this and that. Who will help you in the end?"

The emperor was so angry at his disrespectful words that he trembled all over and stared at him.

To be precise, he was staring at the dagger in the prince's hand.

That dagger...

"I heard from others that this short blade was given to my father by his royal grandfather when he was ten years old."

He gently drew out the dagger, and with a flick of his hand, he cut a wisp of gauze to the ground.

The emperor pounded the bed with all his strength, but only a few muffled sounds came out.

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Only at this moment did he suddenly realize why the young man in front of him made him feel uncomfortable from time to time.

Yes, he looks like Prince Duan, and also like Huan'er, the girl he longs for day and night.

At first, he thought that the child took after his mother, Lin, and there was always a hint of the Lin family's brilliance in his eyes and eyebrows.

But from time to time he would feel dazed, as if this face was familiar.

The emperor used up all his strength to shout "evil creature".

This evil creature is actually the offspring of Prince Duan?
Damn it, it’s really damned that the Xuanping Marquis’ Mansion colluded with the Lin family and deceived him for so long!

"Evil creature?" Mu Zhao sneered, his tone containing a hint of sarcasm, "Who is the real evil creature?"

"You are a fool who killed your father and brother. The Great Qi Kingdom has been handed over to you in just twenty years, and now it is heading for destruction."

"You're talking nonsense!" The emperor shouted with a hoarse voice, using almost all his strength.

Mu Zhao reached into his bosom and shook out a secret scroll. "Look for yourself. It is clearly written in the imperial edict of my grandfather's succession to the throne, to whom it was passed."

The emperor's pupils suddenly shrank, and he tried to raise his hand to grab the secret axis, but found nothing.

"You old thief who stole the country is so bold. Even if you die, you can't be buried in the Ye family's ancestral tomb."

"Don't worry." Mu Zhao spoke softly, and every word was like a sharp knife, stabbing deep into the emperor's heart, "I will tear your bones apart one by one and scatter them in every corner of the wild mountains."

"You will be unable to speak and your mouth will be filled with rice bran. I will dig out your eyes and make it impossible for you to take a single step in the underworld. I have already... found 999 masters of chanting scriptures for your majesty in advance."

"It's all for today." Mu Zhao suddenly laughed out loud, "You killed your father and brother, your soul will never rest in peace."

"Tens of thousands of heroes from the Chungbuk Camp are waiting for you underground, Emperor. Go down and forgive them for their sins. They will forgive your sins for eternity. Stop dreaming about eternal glory!"

"Also, the imperial mausoleum you built for yourself looks quite grand and magnificent to me. From now on... let Lang'er and I live there!"

"You, you..." The emperor was so angry that he couldn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out and all fell on the bed.

Little bastard, damn little bastard, the emperor roared angrily in his heart, but blood kept spurting out of his mouth and he couldn't say a word.

Mu Zhao looked at him indifferently, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Stop dawdling. You should get going."

No, he doesn't want to go on the road, no! (End of this chapter)