Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Looking at this clumsy method, it is no surprise that it was the emperor's work.

Ding Yi came to Beijing, not wanting him to live too long and disrupt his plans.

Just arrived in the capital, before moving into Prince Cheng's Mansion, Ding Yi took his men directly to the palace.

In the palace, in Deqing Hall, the emperor's bedroom, all the concubines were waiting inside the hall, chirping and crying, looking very upset. The emperor was lying on the bed, his eyes slanted, his mouth crooked, and drooling.

Oh, a stroke!

Ding Yi stuck his head out and looked carefully at this royal brother who was different from a few years ago. Now, his eyes were dead and he would not live long.

Thinking back to the past, you were full of energy and ambition. You said you would drive Wen Chengyue out of the capital, and if you wanted to kill him, you would send someone to assassinate him. Why are you not taking any action now?

Ding Yi's gaze was too unscrupulous. The emperor rolled his cloudy eyes and looked at Ding Yi above his head with an empty look.

"Brother, don't be afraid. I am here."

“Huh…huh…”

The emperor was breathing heavily, his eyes wide open, seeing Prince Cheng standing here intact. In the last moment of his life, he seemed to suddenly understand, but he could no longer speak.

Turbid tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. With horror, she looked into Ding Yi's smiling pupils and saw the truth in them.

Ding Yi grabbed the emperor's hand and held it tightly. The emperor couldn't struggle free and his eyes became more and more terrified.

"Everyone, go out. I want to have a good chat with my brother."

The concubines looked at each other in bewilderment. If the Queen was still alive, they could use their status to suppress Prince Cheng's arrogance. Unfortunately, the Queen was gone, and the Emperor would soon be gone too. They could only become lambs to be slaughtered.

I dare not disobey.

This is also the emperor's fault. He has to be wary of this and that. The biological mothers of several princes and princesses are of low status. In the harem, they have no children and no love. They can't even stand up straight. How dare they disobey the next emperor now?

The emperor moved around on the bed, making "he...he..." sounds, and saliva flowed from the corners of his open mouth. Ding Yi picked up the handkerchief, gently wiped the saliva off his face, and tidied up the emperor's messy hair.

He said gently, "Brother, why bother now? Don't worry, I will take good care of my nieces and make sure they live a safe and worry-free life. As for the others, those who want to pray for me can go and pray for me, and those who want to live with their nieces can go to the princess's mansion. I am a reasonable person and will never stop you."

The emperor's saliva flowed out again, and his hands and feet danced in an arc that became larger and larger. Ding Yi did not despise him at all, and gently wiped it over and over again, saying heart-piercing words.

"Royal brother, what do you want in this life? When my father passed away and you ascended the throne, how old was I at that time? About three or four years old. My nephews were older than me. But you were still on guard against me. You didn't raise good children well, but raised them to be fat and stupid like pigs. Fortunately, I am not your son. Fortunately, I was rebellious enough and didn't listen to you. Otherwise, I would have followed in the footsteps of my five nephews now."

Ding Yi's voice exploded in the emperor's ears. The emperor wanted to cover his ears and stop listening, but he couldn't even do this simple action now.

"Hehe..."

"My royal brother, why are you so suspicious? You killed this and that. Now all five princes are gone."

Ding Yi bit the "five" character particularly hard and succeeded in making the emperor shed tears and drool.

"Royal brother, it was you who killed the five nephews. Are you dissatisfied with yourself? Haha, now it's over. You have no descendants. Poor five nephews, they don't even have anyone to see them off to their graves."

With singing, reciting, acting and fighting, the ending tune was dragged on for a long time. Ding Yi successfully made the man on the bed faint. He was alone in there, taking out a bright yellow blank imperial edict, and with his pen in hand, he came up with a fresh edict of succession.

"Someone come here." Ding Yi stopped writing, blew away the ink, and shouted.

The palace maid who served the emperor personally came in, with a familiar face but unfamiliar expressions.

"I am here, what do you want, Your Majesty?"

"Eunuch Wang, long time no see, how have you been recently?" Ding Yi asked with interest, tapping the table lightly with his fingers. Under the light, the scar on the back of his slender fingers looked even more hideous.

The scar was caused by being pushed into the lake. After recovering from the injury, the teenage Wen Chengyue left the capital and went to the border. At that time, his fiancée died of illness.

Is it man-made or is it fate?

Eunuch Wang's eyes shrank, he dared not look anymore and turned away.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am doing well." With just a few words, Eunuch Wang broke out in a sweat. As the most respected eunuch around the emperor, he could already foresee his fate once the emperor passed away. When death was imminent, he suddenly felt relieved. A knife cut, no pain, or a glass of poisoned wine would be fine, just a little pain.

Eunuch Wang is a few years older than the emperor. He has been pampered for so long that he doesn't want to be tortured at all.

If there was still a glimmer of hope, he could resist and help the emperor. Unfortunately, Mi Xian was too cruel, and the emperor was also too cruel at the beginning. The royal family declined, and now the only healthy person who can succeed to the throne is the Prince Cheng.

The ink had dried. Ding Yi looked at Eunuch Wang with a gentle smile on his face and threw the imperial edict to him. Eunuch Wang caught it and broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.

"Eunuch Wang, do you know what this is?"

Eunuch Wang bowed and replied, "I know that the emperor wrote the edict of succession himself."

"I'm glad to know. Just stamp the seal. If you need any help, I'll ask you." Ding Yi stood up and put his hands behind his back. This movement put him in the shadow. Eunuch Wang looked up and seemed to see countless evil spirits rushing out and rushing towards him and the emperor.

"The slave obeys the order."

In front of Ding Yi, Eunuch Wang took out the imperial seal and the emperor's personal seal and pressed them one by one. After stamping, he respectfully showed them to Ding Yi for inspection. Ding Yi glanced at them and nodded with satisfaction.

"Do you know what to do next?"

"I know, I am inviting all the ministers to the palace."

"Yes, that's right. Where's the imperial physician? Let him come and see my brother. There must be someone in the palace. If my brother has any accident, I will only ask you. If you serve me well, I will allow you to follow my brother safely."

Eunuch Wang felt bitter. Don't you know if there is an accident? At this point, what else can there be? As long as the emperor is still alive, he will not let Prince Cheng enter the palace.

"I will take good care of the emperor, Your Majesty, don't worry."

Ministers entered the palace one after another. When they saw the emperor lying weakly on the bed, they suddenly felt as if they had been tricked. An imperial decree had been issued in the palace earlier, forbidding the ministers to go to welcome Prince Cheng. The relationship between the emperor and his ministers was unusual, and the emperor was actually plotting against them.

If they did not go to greet King Cheng, would King Cheng have any thoughts about them? Would he let them go after he ascended the throne? Several elderly officials were already considering begging for their remains.