Chapter 193 (2/2)

Feelings and love were like poison. Even when one knew that they would be poisoned to death if they fall in love with the other party, they would still drink the poison known as 'love' without a second thought.

He had once vowed in his heart that he would never let Feng Luodi shed tears again. Yet, he couldn't keep his words.

As soon as he pulled Feng Luodi into his arms, the latter started to bawl like a child and embraced him tightly. At that instant, he knew that he was going to get poisoned to death by this poison called 'love'.

Yet, he would gladly endure this bittersweet experience without a second thought.

He, Situ Muye, had never thought that he would make so many compromises for a woman, only because this was the woman he loved.

Amidst the winds of change, the state of affairs in court was constantly changing.

Those with foresight knew that they should stand in the Heir's faction while those who still dreamed of seizing power in the imperial court still secretly supported the Eighth Prince and the Eleventh Prince, scheming with no regards to human relations. Their name would clearly go down in history for infamy but they still went ahead in the name of justice. They were merely deceiving themselves and others.

The Emperor was laying in bed, but he soon noticed that the palace was exceptionally quiet today.

”Someone, come! Anyone there?!”

”Scoundrels, you're not even answering my summons anymore?! I'm the Xuan Kingdom's Emperor!”

Lamentably, the Emperor wasn't even aware of his position before his death.

”Palace Attendant Yu! Heir!”

Upon noticing that all his shouting was to no avail, the Emperor finally panicked. For a split second, he thought that he'd already ascended to h.e.l.l, leaving everything in the world behind.

But the image of the bright yellow curtains, the majestic palace hall and the exquisite luxurious furnis.h.i.+ng surrounding him slowly entered his eyes, and every single one of them told him that he was still in his sleeping quarters.

Even though he was having difficulties breathing properly and had no more strength to struggle or do other things, he still felt that he was this nation's emperor and that no one could replace him.

All of a sudden, deafening sounds of fighting, swords clas.h.i.+ng, and blood-curdling shrieks could be heard from outside the palace hall. Every single one of them drifting to his ears.

This was such a familiar scene. The Emperor searched his scanty memories and recalled that moment from one year ago. At that time, when the deposed Heir plotted a rebellion and forced him to abdicate, these familiar sword-clas.h.i.+ng sounds could be heard all around the Imperial Palace.

”Im-impossible.”

The Emperor shook his head. How could anyone possibly rebel again? The Heir was supervising the nation and the other officials obeyed him with deference. No one would revolt again. All his sons were still very filial to him.

However, the Emperor's delusion instantly shattered when he saw the Eighth Prince walking in, clad in martial attire.

”You unfilial son!”

The Emperor screeched in anguish. But right now, there was no one protecting him at his side like last time.

As for the Eighth Prince who directly walked in, it seemed as if he didn't detect the abnormality in the palace. He walked straight to the Emperor's side and albeit carrying a smile, he rudely said,

”Imperial Father, you should abdicate and relinquish your position for more apt people like me. After you leave behind a secret imperial edict, I'll send you off on your way serenely.”

”You unfilial son!”

The Emperor could only repeat this phrase continuously. He had never expected that only in his later years would he discover that this filial son of his had completely changed into someone else, and he no longer regarded him as his father.

”Imperial Father, you're the one who forced me. I'm clearly the one most suitable for the position of Heir but you first let Second Elder Brother become the Heir, then let Eldest Brother, who popped up from nowhere, become the Heir. Have you ever thought of me as a son in your heart? You are really selfish. You made use of me to placate the other imperial princes and balance the power of the various parties, tossing me to one side after making use of me. Is your heart really made of stone?”

The Eighth Prince found a blank imperial decree and the imperial seal while bellowing at the Emperor, who was having a hard time catching his breath.

”Thinking about it, I'm the most outstanding imperial prince. I am well-versed in civil and military affairs. I'm proficient in almost everything. Whether it is ruling a country or pacifying the civilians…I can match up to the First Prince, Liu Ran, regardless of which aspect. But you never gave me a chance.”

The Eighth Prince was getting more angry and resentful the more he spoke, yet he was still unable to detect the large crowd of people slowing inching closer.

As for the Emperor, when he raised his head and saw the Eighth Prince's abnormal and near possessed countenance, he was dumbstruck for a while before he asked, ”Unfilial son, don't tell me that you weren't the one who poisoned me?”

”Hmph.”

The Eighth Prince's eyes were currently bloodshot as if they were about to rupture but he still didn't pay any attention. He continued to flip things over in his search and didn't realise that the people who were supposed to break in together with him had disappeared.

”Who has that much spare time to poison you? You're originally someone who's about to die anyway.”

Although the Emperor was furious in his heart, after coughing severely a few times, he became a little more clear-headed than before and his voice sounded much clearer as he said, ”Unfilial son, if you put down your sword now and leave, I can still spare your life. Don't let things escalate into the stage where there is no turning back.”

”Hehe.”

The Eighth Prince finally stopped rummaging; he sneered at the panic-stricken Emperor as he walked closer.

”If I can't become the emperor, then I can never turn back. Imperial Father, on the account that I'm still calling you 'Imperial Father', just leave a secret imperial edict behind for me. Since I was young, you never paid attention to me. Your eyes only ever contained the Eleventh Prince. Now that you let the First Prince become the Heir, his heart must be filled with anger.”

The Emperor felt that there was something amiss with the Eighth Prince as he inched closer. It seemed like he was poisoned and he looked sick.

However, before the Emperor could say something, orderly footsteps could be heard from outside and a voice that he would never be able to forget sounded.

”Your Majesty, I am late in rescuing you. Please forgive me!”

It was Duke of Anping, the person he'd failed to get rid of.