Chapter 355: Embrace
The Father’s body was unexpectedly shriveled and hard.
Earthquake.
The imperial palace was shaking.
No one could look after anyone else.
The guards who were risking their lives could not even stand steady at this moment.
The Seventh Prince only knew that it was the final moment.
The winner takes all.
Which climb to the top was not paved with the corpses of others?
As long as he became the one in power, history would be written by him.
Perhaps it was ugly, but time is very forgetful.
He was killing like a madman.
With force, the blade went in and out.
He did not know why he hated his biological father so much.
Perhaps it was because of favoritism.
The same things that others had, he did not.
Why?
He hated the Father.
At the same time, he also hated his biological Mother.
He knew that his birth was just a tool for that woman to compete for favor, but when that woman discovered that the child she had risked her life to give birth to could not bring her favor, she was filled with disgust toward him.
Since he was little, he had wanted to find a woman completely different from his Mother—someone from a prominent family, innocent and lively, without any ulterior motives. He would love her well, treat her well, build a family with her, have children, and treat their children well.
What his father and Mother could not do, he would do.
The surface of his dark inner heart needed a bright self to support it.
So even if Yu Luan could not bear children, he still loved her.
But he actually slowly discovered that he was the same as the Father.
He could even drink and make merry with Jiang the Second, even though he knew Jiang the Second had killed her child.
In the end, he became the person he hated the most.
He was young and strong; he snatched the blade.
He stabbed at the man in front of him.
The person before him was not his father; he was an obstacle hindering his success and progress, and he had to eliminate him.
The Earthquake shook the mountains, making people dizzy, nauseous, and disoriented.
Some were fleeing for their lives, while others were taking lives.
Mianmian only knew that attending the palace banquet carried risks.
Otherwise, there would be no plot to unfold.
But she never imagined it would be this dangerous.
It was like thinking meeting an online friend might just mean getting your feelings hurt, only to realize they did not just want your heart, but also your liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys…
There was a danger to her life.
This was not just a risk; this was a literal Hongmen Banquet.
Choosing the first day of the Lunar New Year to stage a palace coup.
Fine, fine, fine, they really knew how to pick a day.
From now on, all celebrations should just be scheduled for the first day.
Mianmian hid in a corner.
Protected tightly by Princess Grandma.
At a time like this, do not run around; if you run around carelessly, you will get hacked to death.
Just hide for now and wait until the hacking comes this way.
Seeing that Mother could still accidentally push the person next to her over to cover them, Mother should be fine too.
During an Earthquake, do not run around either; crouch under the table.
Originally, the Seventh Prince was in control.
The Earthquake changed the situation slightly.
By the time everyone reacted slightly, they saw the Seventh Prince holding a blade and stabbing the Emperor.
Countless people shouted:
“Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty.”
“Protect the Emperor!”
“Stop!”
The Emperor looked down at his abdomen.
The dragon robe had been pierced.
It was stained with blood.
It was very beautiful.
The dragon on it had never looked so lifelike, as if it were about to come alive.
Yet he felt that he was going to die.
In this moment of impending death, he could still look back on the past.
Looking back on the past.
The past was a blank slate.
There were no particular regrets.
Nor was there anything particularly exciting.
He did not have that many regrets in his life.
He had become the Emperor; what other regrets could he have?
If he really had to speak of regrets, there were some.
Just like the scene before him—this child raising a blade against him was his own child. He had not only failed to be a good Emperor, but he had also failed to be a good father.
It clearly had not been like this at the beginning.
At the beginning, he had strived to govern well; at the beginning, he had diligently taught his children to read.
He did not know why it had turned out this way.
Looking at the little Seventh Prince before him.
The Emperor smiled with relief.
He had never held this child because the child’s biological Mother disgusted him, and every time he saw this child, he felt guilty.
But before he died, he hugged him, tightly.
The embrace he owed him had been returned.
The Seventh Prince did not know why; he had struck with a blade, but the Emperor had returned it with an embrace.
Why didn’t you do this earlier?
Why didn’t you hug him sooner?
Why?
Why did you say his Mother was a bitch?
The women in the palace were all bitches; which one was not?
But his retort was so ridiculous and weak.
He did not even dare to say his Mother was not a bitch—no, she was not.
He only dared to say that others were too.
But it did not matter.
It did not matter; he had won.
If he killed those people, he would win.
And both Jiang the Second and the other person who had rushed over to save Saner had fallen.
The two fell behind the dragon throne.
They had witnessed the scene of a father and son slaughtering each other.
They seemed somewhat shocked into stupidity.
Second Young Master Jiang shouted: “Your Majesty, protect the Emperor, protect the Emperor!”
In such a desperate struggle, no one had time to protect the Emperor anymore.
It was fate.
He had underestimated his little Seventh Prince.
He was more ruthless than him.
Second Young Master Jiang had the shallowest foundation, but he had Saner.
The Emperor asked, “Wen Xin, can I trust you?”
Second Young Master Jiang did not ask, but he believed in him.
Others could not bring weapons in, but these people had lived here all along.
The guards went on a killing spree.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; the snake hides in the grass behind the oriole, and the eagle circles above the snake.
Second Young Master Jiang got up and kicked the Seventh Prince away.
At the same time, Qin Luoxia threw a silver platter over—pure silver, heavy as all get-out—and it smashed directly onto Chu Xi’s forehead.
Eunuch Yan caught the Emperor.
The Emperor was already stained red with blood.
Eunuch Yan shouted in a hoarse voice: “The Seventh Prince has killed his father; the Emperor has passed away!”
“Fire, there is a fire…”
Accompanied by shouts rising one after another.
A dragon flag fell from the wall with a rustle, the wind swirling the dragon, drifting and floating, drifting and floating.
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