Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

The night is getting darker, and a bright moon hangs in the sky, shining on a figure walking alone in a hurry. The shadows of flowers and trees also cast on the figure, making it appear strange and gloomy for no reason.

The palace lantern in front of the emperor's palace was swaying gently in the night wind, and two young eunuchs came out of it carrying something.

One of them whispered: "Why haven't they come to change shifts yet?"

"Who knows? Maybe something delayed me."

"Your Majesty has just gone to bed, why don't we go get something to eat first, I'm almost starving to death."

The two people chatted quietly while heading towards the side room of the side hall, which was a place for palace ladies and eunuchs to rest.

Seeing people leaving, the sneaky figure just now flashed into the bedroom.

The palace lantern at the entrance of the palace reflected the outline of his face. This person was clearly the prince Qi Weizhao.

He entered the palace and found that it was extremely quiet. The lights were brightly lit, but there was no servant.

I don't know if it was the resentment in Qi Weizhao's heart that overwhelmed his reason, or it was because what he was going to do next was so rebellious that he didn't notice these anomalies.

Walking around the screen, he slowly approached the dragon couch.

Looking at the dying emperor who looked like gold paper under the golden brocade quilt, Qi Weizhao had a sneer on his lips, a sinister look on his face and eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot.

If his father dies, the throne will belong to him. That eunuch Pei Heng... he will cut him into pieces!

Qi Weizhao walked closer and closer, and the light behind him cast his shadow on the emperor's face, as if a thick dark mist was shrouding it, eerie and terrifying.

The emperor's eyelids trembled twice, and he opened his eyes a crack. He felt that the lights in front of him were extinguishing, and the shadows of people overlapped, as if many people were surrounding his bed.

"Someone is coming..."

The emperor's voice was extremely hoarse, sounding like a night harrier.

Qi Weizhao did not expect that the emperor would wake up at this time. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Father."

As soon as his voice came out, the emperor opened his cloudy eyes and breathed heavily.

At this time, Qi Weizhao, who was bending over the dragon bed, was no different from an evil ghost in the eyes of the emperor. He knew this son, so he instantly understood the rebellious thoughts in Qi Weizhao's heart.

The emperor's eyes widened and he shouted for help: "Someone! Come quickly... um..."

Qi Weizhao first covered the emperor's mouth with his hand, then picked up the soft pillow next to him with his other hand and covered the emperor's face tightly.

His already rapid breathing became more and more difficult. The emperor tried to struggle, but how could he, a terminally ill old man who could hardly move, break free compared to Qi Weizhao, a man in his prime.

The outcome of the matter seems to be determined.

At this moment, applause sounded from one side, and Pei Heng, wearing a silver brocade robe, walked out from behind the floor-length curtain. His skirt, cuffs, hem, and boots were all decorated with gold threads and The black thread is embroidered with the pattern of chi dragons and auspicious clouds, which is extremely luxurious.

White skin, bloody lips, smiling eyebrows but with a hint of deep hostility.

Behind him were several young eunuchs.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

Pei Heng smiled while stroking his palms, his red lips curled up like a demon.

As early as the applause sounded, Qi Weizhao's body was trembling violently, and his strength on the soft pillow was reduced.

The pillow slipped to the side, and the emperor, who was still breathing, began to breathe heavily, huffing and puffing like an old blower.

"Pei, Pei Heng, why are you here?!"

Qi Weizhao's heart was in a state of confusion, his chest was rising and falling, so much so that the tone of his voice changed a bit.

Pei Heng approached slowly, still with a leisurely smile on his face, "Then why is His Royal Highness here? What were you doing just now?"

"presumptuous!"

Qi Weizhao was irritated by his condescending look. He flicked his sleeves and began to curse Pei Heng angrily.

At this moment, the emperor on the dragon bed finally regained his composure. He did not hear clearly what Pei Heng said before. He just breathed heavily and ordered word by word: "Pei, Pei Heng, call the courtiers and elders. , I want to..."

"Deposed Prince!"

"Father!"

Qi Weizhao's face was even more ugly, his lips were trembling, and he felt waves of dizziness coming from him.

Pei Heng curled his lips seductively and said, "I obey the order."

Then he raised his armored fingers and pointed at Qi Weizhao, "Prince Qi Weizhao is plotting rebellion, capture him."

The eunuchs behind Pei Heng swarmed up, all of them were specially trained by Pei Heng, and easily captured Qi Weizhao who tried to resist.

Qi Weizhao's face turned red, and after breaking his guard, he began to curse. Qixi picked up an unknown cloth handkerchief from the side and stuffed it into his mouth to block the dirty words.

Pei Heng stepped forward slowly, and then stretched out his hand to the side. Liuxi quickly handed over a delicate and sharp dagger.

Pei Heng turned the dagger around in his hand like a toy, not afraid of the cold light.

Qi Weizhao's pupils shrank and he began to struggle violently again.

Pei Heng approached Qi Weizhao, put the dagger against his cheek, and gently slid it down, drawing a line of blood, which made the latter frightened and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

The emperor on the bed also struggled to prop himself up. Seeing the scene in front of him, he weakly opened his eyelids, always feeling dazzled.

"Pei, Pei Heng..."

The emperor called Pei Heng's name, but Pei Heng did not appear in front of him quickly as usual.

"Pei Heng..."

The emperor felt strange in his heart and looked hard again. His cloudy eyes met Pei Heng's phoenix eyes as he looked over.

The deep, dark depths were tinged with scarlet, like a silent killing in the endless night, and the night was filled with blood.

The emperor's old face showed surprise and doubt.

Pei Heng, however, was already approaching the dragon couch while playing with the dagger.

This dagger was absolutely priceless. It had seen blood just now, but now it was as clean as new, and no trace of blood was stained on it.

"Pei Heng, you, ahem - what are you doing?"

"you guess?"

The smile on Pei Heng's lips was so charming that the emperor swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

"you--?!"

Pei Heng walked to the bed and looked down at him.

"Qitai, do you still remember this night seventeen years ago?"

"Fires filled the sky, arrows swarmed... When you were plotting rebellion, you must have never thought that you would still be here today, right?"

The smile on Pei Heng's lips slowly turned crazy, and a little rich scarlet appeared in his pupils. Mixed with the darkness of his eyes, they looked particularly gloomy.

The emperor seemed to see the fire he had lit in Pei Heng's eyes. He began to cough violently, "Who are you?!"

Pei Heng's little finger tapped on the dagger, and the armor collided with the dagger body, making a crisp sound. He used the dagger to lift the emperor's chin, and the sharp tip pierced the latter's skin, causing blood to ooze out.

He sneered, "I'm lonely and look like my mother. It's understandable that you didn't recognize me..."