Marquis Pingyang was ambitious and had endured for more than twenty years.
He originally wanted to help the Third Wangye ascend the throne and make him a puppet emperor. However, Tuo Yixin was determined to succeed. It was hard to guarantee that he would not be ruthless after he ascended the throne.
The only way was to proclaim himself king!
Li Qiao did not expect his father's appetite to be so big. For a moment, he could not accept it.
But it was a foregone conclusion!
When King Huyi heard those words, he felt as if his chest was burning.
He was on the verge of death.
He raised a trembling hand, pointed at Marquis Pingyang, and opened his mouth, but could not say a word.
Marquis Pingyang said, "But rest assured, Your Majesty. I will not let you go alone. I will definitely let Second Prince and Third Prince accompany you. I have already ordered people to go to Third Prince's Mansion and bring Third Prince's body to you."
Ugh!
"As for the Second Prince, he has already escaped from the palace. I have ordered my men to hunt him down. I believe that your family will be reunited soon."
King Huyi spat out another mouthful of blood.
He was only left with half a life.
Marquis Pingyang was smug. Victory was within his grasp.
He ordered Li Qiao, "Many officials in the imperial court have been arrested. You will deal with them. If anyone resists, kill them."
There was a fierce look in his eyes.
Li Qiao had yet to recover from the change in his plan.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Yes!"
He could only obey the order and leave the hall.
At the same time, in the Third Marquis's Mansion, it was already the time of the day.
Na Tuo openly changed into the dragon robe that symbolized power and status.
The two golden dragons on his chest were vivid and lifelike!
He imagined the scene of tens of thousands of people worshiping him. How magnificent would that be?
In another two hours, the Huyi Kingdom would be in his pocket!
But now, his face was pale and he could not stop coughing.
His body was also deteriorating day by day!
Just taking a few more steps would be extremely difficult.
But he had to hold on!
Creak.
The door was pushed open.
"Who?"
Na Tuo turned around.
Jing Xuan?
Jing Xuan was wearing a white mourning dress with a small white flower on her head. She was holding a delicate cauldron in her hands.
There was incense burning in the cauldron. White smoke lingered in the air, and the fragrance assailed the nostrils.
It was snowing heavily outside.
She stood at the door, and the light from the lantern shone on her body, making her look both real and fake.
Seeing her dressed like this, Tuo was immediately enraged.
Today was the joyous day of his ascension to the throne.
However, this woman was dressed in such an unlucky manner!
He gritted his teeth in anger. "What do you mean by this?"
Jing Xuan, on the other hand, looked calm. She held the incense burner and slowly walked toward him.
She was not surprised to see Na Tuo dressed in a dragon robe.
He only said, "I am here to see Wangye off."
The voice sounded like it came from the bottom of an abyss, making people feel cold.
Na Tuo glared at her. "Get out of here before I kill you."
Jing Xuan suddenly smiled and boldly met his fierce gaze. She said, "Your Highness must have been plagued by nightmares these past few days!"
"What do you mean?"
"Your Highness must have seen that Young Master Gong in your dream! He must be standing in front of you covered in blood. "
"Shut up!" Jing Xuan's eyes flashed. There was not a hint of fear on her face. She silently placed the incense burner on the table and used her hand to fan away the white smoke. She had an evil smile on her face as she calmly said with her back to Na Tuo, "My heart was filled with guilt. Naturally, I was plagued by nightmares and fearful every night. Wangye personally requested to supervise the execution of Young Master Gong. He was sent to the execution platform and watched as his head fell to the ground. What he saw was a dream. Young Master Gong and Wangye were like brothers, but Wangye wanted him to die so that he could be independent!
Putting aside this relationship, this was unjust. Since it was unjust, how could he live in peace? "
It was as if she was telling a story!
When Na Tuo heard this, the fire in his heart burned even brighter.
He finally understood why this woman would dress like this to find trouble with him.
So … …
"It seems that in your heart, Gong Shilin has always been your sore point."
"He is not my sore point, but your sore point." Jing Xuan revealed a faint smile as she turned to look at him. Her gaze slowly fell on the two lifelike golden dragons on his chest.
She foolishly looked at them.
Na Tuo followed her gaze and looked down.
The two golden dragons on the dragon robe had turned into two moths.
He panicked.
He hurriedly slapped with all his might.
The moths seemed to have drilled out of the fabric and surrounded him.
"Go away."
He waved his arms, trying to swat the moths away.
But the number of moths kept increasing.
It almost wrapped him into a ball!
"Go away! All of you, scram! "Tuo closed his eyes and roared loudly.
He waved his hands.
Suddenly —
His arm was caught by a force.
She pulled him away from the moth.
The moths that were wrapped around his body instantly disappeared without a trace.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the person who had grabbed his arm.
It was … Gong Shilin, his entire body drenched in blood!
Ugh!
His eyes were filled with shock, and he was completely absent-minded. Gong Shilin's face was covered in blood. His eyes were white as he looked at him. "Ah Tuo, didn't you say that I am your biological son? But you were willing to sacrifice me for the throne. It was you who killed me. It was you who cut off my head and made me so miserable.
Cold. "
Tuo completely broke down. He shook his head desperately. "No, no … it wasn't me!"
"Why did you do that? Why? "
"No, I didn't want to. Shilin, I didn't want to either!" Tuo said like he had gone mad.
He wanted to struggle, but his body was weak and powerless.
Until Gong Shilin let go of him.
He retreated a few steps back. His feet hit the corner of the table, causing the tea set on it to make a "clang" sound.
This sound pulled him back to reality.
He was sweating profusely. It was like he was finally freed after being pressed into water.
There were no moths.
There was no Gong Shilin either.
All of this was just his imagination.
He gradually woke up. Looking at Jing Xuan, who was standing in front of him, smiling like a flower. At this moment, he finally understood.
He was instantly enraged. He reached out and strangled her neck.
He pressed her slender body heavily against the door frame.
"What did you do to me? Speak! "
Jing Xuan's neck was being strangled by a force. It was painful and uncomfortable. She did not struggle. She only raised her chin and continued to smile. With a strange and gloomy gaze, she said, "What can I do to you? This is all because of your own heart demon. I said, young master Gong is your sore point. With guilt in your heart, it's a nightmare. "
"You …" He tightened his grip.
He wanted to strangle this woman.
He wanted to strangle this woman.
His body was too weak.
He could not use much strength.
He couldn't exert much strength at all.
On the contrary, after being stimulated again and again, his originally weak body became even more exhausted.
"Cough, cough …" He kept coughing.
His hands slowly loosened from Jing Xuan's neck. Pressing his chest, his body slowly slid down.
He knelt on the ground.
Kneeling in front of Jing Xuan.
"You … What did you do to this prince?" Tuo stubbornly asked her.
Jing Xuan leaned against the door. In her eyes, other than coldness, there was only hatred.
She tidied up the silk dress that was wrinkled by Tuo. She looked down at the man in the dragon robe on the ground.
She said, "What, doesn't your highness think … … that the incense I made smells good?"
Eh!
Tuo's eyes widened. His face was filled with shock. He turned to look at the incense burner that Jing Xuan placed on the table.
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