"The victory or defeat has been decided, does the emperor still persist in his stubbornness?"
Yi Huaiyu walked in with his hands behind his back, followed by hundreds of guardsmen holding swords and guns. The entire East Palace was surrounded tightly, and the prince was undoubtedly a turtle in the urn.
"Obsessed? Who is so obsessed with it?" The prince, who was mad and crazy a moment ago, suddenly calmed down, and his tone was cold and full of ridicule, "Yi Huaiyu, what kind of good thing do you think you are? You are trying to usurp power and claim the throne, even if you are
So what if you become the emperor? Future generations will still scold you for your ambition and militarism! I am incompetent, but at least I have not caused war in the distant country and the people have not been displaced. What about you? Ask yourself, how many people have been buried in the battlefield because of your so-called achievements? You
I don’t accept being the emperor!”
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you win, you win. As far as I am concerned, you are already a lonely ghost. I don't need you to surrender at all."
The prince smiled dumbly, with a hint of realization in his despair.
There is only one country, and there cannot be two emperors, and everyone has different views on the country and the great cause of the country. He thinks that Yi Huaiyu's too radical will only lead to war, so is his idea wrong? He
The mistake was that he chose the wrong opponent. He regarded a man with a ruthless heart as his enemy. Now he looked at that man enjoying the victory with an expressionless face, and it seemed that he had never taken him seriously.
What's the point of struggling now?
The long sword, which was usually only used as an accessory, emitted a coquettish light. When he flicked it gently, drops of blood dripped down, but it did not contaminate the sword body at all. He sighed longly across the sword, and the prince slightly lowered his head and glanced at his wife, who had a peaceful face in his arms.
, a wry smile on the corner of his lips: "Awan, it's time to hit the road."
"Um."
The bright red Xiapei was worn when she married the prince. It had splendid gold threads and jingling pearls and jade. How many women were envious and jealous at that time? Not anymore, right? The princess lifted up her temples and looked happy and contented in the tense atmosphere.
It looks extremely weird, but it is so gorgeous and graceful that it is amazing.
Then a flash of blood covered the smile. In the midst of a scream, the prince killed himself neatly. Before the body fell to the ground, the princess also took her sword and killed herself. Their fingers were not loosened, leaving only a pool of red blood on the ground and the bones of the bodies that were hugging each other.
Yi Huaiyu closed his eyes in silence for a long time, then slowly raised his hand.
"After passing the order, the prince suddenly fell ill and passed away, and the prince's concubine died."
"Huaiyu, Huaiyu! I know I was wrong. I'm sorry for you. Please help me! Save me! I don't want to die!" Xu was frightened when he witnessed the prince committing suicide, or maybe it was the blood that splashed on his body and face.
The blood was mixed with the strong smell of death, and the emperor, who had been stunned until now, suddenly became anxious and panicked. He dragged his bleeding injured leg to Yi Huaiyu's feet, tightly knitted the corners of his clothes and begged.
When a king loses his scepter and throne, he becomes as pitiable as a pig or a dog.
Taking a deep breath, Yi Huaiyu suppressed the trace of compassion in his eyes and replaced it with his usual coldness and calmness: "My father is the king of a country, how can I see my father die in front of my eyes? Don't worry, I have sent someone to teach the imperial doctor.
, Father, even this minor injury will not lead to death."
The emperor then breathed a sigh of relief and kept wailing while holding his injured leg. Yi Huaiyu was too lazy to pay attention and calmly ordered the rest of the affairs. When everyone started to perform their duties, a moderate cry came from the palace.
Then Yi Huaiyu remembered that there was a little life in the hall.
"Your Highness?" Ou Suiliang, who was arranging the guard camp outside the door, turned around accidentally and saw Yi Huaiyu walking towards the crescent table in the corner step by step. He followed him with doubtful eyes and took a breath when he saw the swaddling clothes on the table - he had previously
He didn't notice that the prince's child was still there.
The prince had tried to kill Yi Huaiyu many times, both overtly and covertly. They were all aware of the traps and tricks. Originally, Yi Huaiyu simply hated the prince, but since Sima Dulan almost died in the fire not long ago, Yi Huaiyu had become more interested in the prince.
Although Ou Suiliang understood that those who wanted to become emperors should not be too merciful, the child was innocent after all. He did not want to see the prince's only bloodline cut off, and he did not want Yi Huaiyu's hands to be stained with innocent blood, and his back to be stained with innocent blood.
One more sin.
However, he is the master and he is the minister. Do he really have the qualifications and ability to stop Yi Huaiyu's decision?
After hesitating, Yi Huaiyu had already walked to the table and looked down at the baby who was waving his little hands.
"Yi Chen...
The light eyebrows, clear eyes, dark pupils, and struggling little hands and feet are white and thick, and are indescribably cute.
Probably because he was hungry or cold, the little guy cried loudly and with full confidence. He had no idea that the parents who gave birth to him were no longer alive. The inexplicable feeling made Yi Huaiyu reach out his hand to wipe the pink cheeks of the little guy.
As soon as the transparent teardrops touched his soft face, the little guy unexpectedly grabbed his fingers.
In that moment of confusion, miraculously, the little guy burst into tears and turned into a smile.
This is a child, born with spotless purity, without hatred or resentment, able to happily tolerate even blood feuds, as clean as the white clouds in the sky.
Are his children with Su Shiyun and Sima Tulan also so beloved?
In full view of everyone, Yi Huaiyu made an astonishing move. He clumsily picked up the giggling child with a long-lasting companion, a gentle smile on his face that he was not even aware of, and lovingly rocked his arms like a cradle.
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"Xuan'er, be good...come on, find a wet nurse! Go quickly!"
The people present stood there blankly for a long time, until Yi Huaiyu lowered his face and shouted loudly, then they hurriedly looked for the wet nurse. Ou Suiliang sent the others away and followed Yi Huaiyu into the main hall.
"I thought His Highness would eradicate it."
"How is that possible?" Yi Huaiyu was quite surprised, staring with disbelief on his face, "Look at how seductive this little guy is, would you have the heart to do it?"
"Is this a feeling of compassion? Although it shouldn't be there, it has to be there - eh, I smiled! Oh, your highness, look at it, you look very much like your highness when you smile!"
"Yes, the eyes are similar too. After all, they are connected by blood."
"These eyebrows... I'm afraid that when you grow up, you will be even more handsome than your Highness. Your Highness, don't be jealous then."
In the main hall, two clumsy men teased the children, and the giggles spread outside the hall. The sky, which had been gloomy for many days, was clearing up, as if to celebrate the beginning of a new dynasty, but in the distance beyond the sight, there was a dark cloud of gloomy rain.
The ground is accumulating, and the first heavy rain in the imperial capital this year is about to come.
At night, Xiguang Hall.
"Mrs. Su, drink this cup of ginseng tea and go to bed. Your Highness sent someone to say that you won't be back until tomorrow." The old palace maid respectfully served the ginseng tea, and her kind smile made the drizzling night much warmer, "I'm going
Look at the prince, it’s rainy and cold, so I should give him an extra bed and a small mattress."
"Thank you, auntie." Su Shiyun had something on her mind and couldn't keep her spirits up, so she just smiled and passed it by.
The old palace maid nodded in response and turned to look at Yi Chensi in the cubicle. The moment she closed the door, a coldness flashed across her eyes.