Xuan Ningxuan's departure made the emperor so angry that he coughed out more and more blood, and then fell into endless darkness.
The next day, the news that the emperor was seriously ill spread throughout the capital, and everyone in the capital was panicked.
The government and the public were in turmoil, and the ministers were divided into two factions, one supporting Xuan Ningyi and the other supporting Xuan Ningxuan, with equal strength.
Murong Jingwan in the Fourth Prince's Mansion was calm and seemed not to notice the sudden changes around her.
"Miss, aren't you worried at all? The capital is already in chaos." Shui Lian'er looked at the leisurely and contented master with a worried look.
It’s not that I’m not afraid, but I’m confident.
"Lian'er, as soon as the news of the emperor's death came out, the spies placed in the ministers' homes were immediately put under control of the ministers." Murong Jingwan said lightly. She had already expected the current situation.
"Miss, what do you plan to do with the Fourth Prince and Lin Ruihan?" Shui Lian'er asked softly, her dark eyes staring closely at Murong Jingwan's face.
"Cut the grass and root out the roots." I said these four words decisively, but why did my heart hurt?
The hands hidden in her sleeves clenched tightly into fists, and Murong Jingwan tried her best to control her thoughts.
"Miss, can you really do this? Your heart is not touched by the Fourth Prince's love for you." Holding Murong Jingwan's hand, Shui Lian'er asked loudly.
"Lian'er, you just have to do your part." Murong Jingwan evadedly shook off Shui Lian'er's hand.
Looking at Murong Jingwan sadly, tears of heartache slowly fell from the corners of her eyes. They were tears shed for Murong Jingwan.
Shui Lian'er slowly exited Murong Jingwan's room. Now that the situation in the court was in turmoil, one wrong move could lead to death.
Raising her left hand and gently touching her heart, Murong Jingwan slumped down on the chair helplessly.
Looking ahead with empty eyes, I suddenly felt that my body was very cold.
Until her body fell into a warm embrace, Murong Jingwan slowly stretched her body and leaned against the warm chest with peace of mind.
"Jingwan, are you infected with the wind and cold? Why are your hands so cold?" Xuan Ningyi held Murong Jingwan's cold hands in her hands distressedly.
"My lord, why do you have time to see Jingwan?" Murong Jingwan asked softly, how could Xuan Ningyi have time to accompany her now that the court situation is in turmoil.
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. In the battle for the throne, from the day she brought Murong Jingwan into the palace, he was destined to be a loser. Fighting or not fighting, the outcome would be the same.
He is not afraid of losing his country, nor is he afraid of death, but he is afraid that he will never be able to hug the person in his arms again.
"Jingwan, if one day I am no longer the prince, would you like to live in seclusion with me? Stay away from this hustle and bustle of the world, and live a life together where we can only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals." Expectation and begging were condensed in the dark eyes.
I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals? The artistic conception of those eight words appeared in Murong Jingwan's mind. Can she expect such a happy life?
For Xuan Ningyi, she will be an unforgettable person and an unforgettable enemy. When the truth is revealed, will he still dote on her like he does now?
As if he had long expected that Murong Jingwan would not promise, Xuan Ningyi just smiled faintly, but the bitterness in that smile made people feel faintly heartbroken.
"Jingwan, you have a good rest, I still have a lot of official business to deal with." He gently let go of Murong Jingwan, and a hearty smile instantly appeared on Xuan Ningyi's face.
The sight of Xuan Ningyi leaving lonely made Murong Jingwan feel bitter in her heart.
He returned to the study lonely, where Lin Ruihan was already waiting.
Looking at Lin Ruihan's clouded face, Xuan Ningyi smiled helplessly.
"Yi, you can still laugh now. If we lose, there is only one word for our fate." Lin Ruihan glared at Xuan Ningyi. At the critical moment, the most important thing in Xuan Ningyi's heart was Murong Jingwan.
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"Ruihan, our current situation is not so bad!" Xuan Ningyi frowned, looking at Lin Ruihan with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Lin Ruihan shook his head helplessly and said: "The ministers who supported us at the beginning are now standing still. Although I hold military power, my soldiers are outside the capital."
Although he frowned, Xuan Ningyi did not show any panic. He thought he would have time to move Murong Jingwan, but the goddess of luck chose to stand by Xuan Ningxuan's side.
"Ruihan, I'm sorry!" Xuan Ningyi lowered his head slightly and said calmly. No one knew the emotions in his dark eyes.
Gently punching Xuan Ningyi on the shoulder, Lin Ruihan said with a smile: "Who makes us friends of life and death? As a general, I have already taken life and death lightly."
"Father's illness should last for a while. We still have time to find a solution." Xuan Ningyi slowly raised his head with a confident smile on his lips.
The frown gradually relaxed, Lin Ruihan didn't want to add to Xuan Ningyi's troubles. The emperor's illness was probably beyond repair, did they really have a chance to fight back?
After all, the god of luck did not favor Xuan Ningyi. In the evening, an urgent message came from the palace, allowing him to enter the palace.
The emperor's palace was filled with imperial doctors, each of whom had serious expressions on their faces.
Xuan Ningyi already had an ominous premonition in his heart. When he walked to the emperor's bed, Xuan Ningxuan was already waiting beside him.
The queen sat aside expressionlessly, but her eyes were filled with tears.
"Father." Xuan Ningyi walked forward quickly and called sadly.
The emperor opened his eyes slightly, feeling reluctant and guilty, but in the end, only the biting coldness remained.
"Yi'er, my father has made a posthumous decree and appointed the Ninth Prince Xuan Ningxuan as the emperor. My father hopes that you can properly assist your Ninth Emperor brother." The emperor's eyes gradually became distracted and he did not dare to look at his son. He had already made up his mind.
Another imperial edict was issued.
The hands hidden in his sleeves clenched tightly into fists, and Xuan Ningyi felt bitterness in his heart.
If the king wants his minister to die, he must die. His father didn't even give him a chance to compete.
"My son, I will obey the imperial edict!" Xuan Ningyi said calmly.
The emperor nodded laboriously and looked at his son guiltily. Even if he was his own son, he could not keep him after all.
"Yi'er, if this is the price you pay for falling in love with that woman, will you still love her as always?" The queen slowly stood up and looked at her beloved son with nostalgia.
"No regrets." Three simple words, but they reveal firmness and determination.
The queen nodded slowly. Her son, like her, treats love like a moth flying into the flame. Even if his body is broken into pieces, even if the other person doesn't love him, he still needs to love vigorously.
Xuan Ningyi's answer made Xuan Ningxuan feel insecure, fearing that Murong Jingwan would be taken away.
"Your Majesty, I would like to have a private conversation with you, please?" The queen looked pleadingly at the emperor on the dragon bed.
The emperor nodded slightly and waved his hands to let his two sons walk out of the palace.
