Wearing a book, hooking him up

Qianqing Palace.

Jun Zechen stood quietly outside the bedroom of Emperor Jingsheng, his posture upright but revealing a solemn look.

Doctor Qin stood aside, his face full of bitterness and endless sorrow.

"Doctor Qin, does Father have no other options?"

Jun Zechen's expression was extremely serious, with sorrow on his handsome face and his eyes filled with sadness and regret.

Doctor Qin remained silent and nodded heavily, his action seeming to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

At this time, Eunuch Dehai walked out slowly and said softly, "Your Highness, His Majesty wants you to come in."

Jun Zechen took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, then stepped firmly into the bedroom.

Emperor Jingsheng lay weakly on the bed in bright yellow pajamas, his face as pale as paper, and his former majesty was gone.

At this moment, he is just a dying man whose life is about to come to an end.

Jun Zechen slowly walked to the bedside and knelt in front of his father with heavy movements.

"Father, my son is here."

Jun Zechen's voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep sorrow.

Emperor Jingsheng opened his eyes with difficulty and effort, and looked at Jun Zechen with his cloudy eyes with effort.

The bony hand trembled as it tightly grasped Jun Zechen's hand, as if it had used up all its strength.

"Prince, you are my most outstanding son. I am relieved to leave the kingdom to you. But do you still remember the ancestral precepts I told you before?"

Emperor Jing Sheng's voice was extremely hoarse, and every word was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"My son, I remember."

Jun Zechen looked at Emperor Jingsheng with a firm gaze.

But deep down in his heart, he didn't want to be like his father.

He really didn't want his son to experience the same brutal fighting as he did.

Emperor Jingsheng looked at Jun Zechen with great difficulty, and the last rays of light seemed to be condensed in his cloudy eyes.

Using all the remaining strength in his body, he spoke word by word: "I want you to swear."

Jun Zechen frowned tightly, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness, and he pursed his lips in silence.

After a long time, he slowly spoke.

"Why does your Majesty want the princes to fight each other so cruelly? I am confident that I can train an excellent heir with my own abilities."

"Cough cough."

When Emperor Jingsheng heard his words, he became so angry that he started coughing violently, and an angry blush appeared on his face.

"Prince, you can train an excellent heir, but can you guarantee that every generation after you can successfully train an equally excellent heir?"

Although Emperor Jingsheng's voice was weak, it carried unquestionable majesty.

"Our ancestors learned from history and selected the most suitable successor through competition and fighting among the princes. It is precisely because of this that our kingdom has survived ten generations without decline and has become increasingly powerful."

Emperor Jingsheng paused and continued.

"As long as you break this rule, all your descendants will become difficult to control. Moreover, how can you cultivate the cold-bloodedness of an emperor simply through training?"

How can you have such a profound understanding without experiencing it personally? All the talk on paper is nothing but empty words and illusory fantasies.

Jun Zechen slowly lowered his eyelashes, his expression extremely solemn.

He knew that what his father said was right. Ever since he had personally killed his eldest and second brothers, he had never had any expectations for royal family affection.

If there were any other brothers blocking his way, he would eliminate them without hesitation.

Only after experiencing life and death, one finally realizes that one should put oneself first in all interests and that all emotions can be abandoned in front of oneself.

"Father, I swear that I will follow our ancestors' teachings and make our kingdom last forever."

Emperor Jingsheng looked at him with sharp eyes, and after he finished his oath, he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a huge stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

"Okay, I believe you, help me up." Emperor Jingsheng said.

Jun Zechen hurried forward and carefully helped Emperor Jingsheng off the bed.

Emperor Jingsheng walked towards the innermost wall of the bedroom with unsteady but firm steps.

Walking to the wall, Emperor Jing Sheng turned a hidden switch with great effort. With a "click", a groove instantly appeared in front of him.

Emperor Jingsheng walked over slowly and took out the thing inside with trembling hands. It was a jade box with exquisite ancient patterns. He held it in his arms.

Afterwards, Jun Zechen helped Emperor Jingsheng to walk to the dragon throne in the main hall of the Qianqing Palace and sat down. His body was trembling slightly, and his body at the end of his body carried the vicissitudes and fatigue of a lifetime.

At this time, many ministers had already arrived in the hall. They were all summoned by Eunuch Dehai in accordance with the oral order of Emperor Jingsheng.

The Shangshu Ling, the chief of the civil officials, had a solemn look on his face. The Grand Commander, the chief of the military generals, had an upright and majestic figure. Also, the Prince's Junior Tutor, Junior Preceptor, Junior Guardian, as well as the six ministers and other court officials had all arrived.

"Prince, listen to my order."

There was still majesty in Emperor Jing Sheng's voice, but the weakness was also clearly palpable.

Jun Zechen stood upright in the hall. The moment he heard these words, he immediately knelt down. The ministers behind him also knelt down in unison.

"My son, Crown Prince Jun Zechen, today, I will pass on the Imperial Seal to you."

Emperor Jingsheng's gaze slowly swept across the crowd, finally settling on Jun Zechen, his eyes full of expectations and trust.

"This is a national treasure, carrying the glory of our ancestors and the importance of the country.

Since I ascended the throne, I have experienced many ups and downs and I am well aware of the difficulties of governing a country.

However, I see that you are intelligent, have lofty ambitions, and have the ability to take on the responsibility of the world.

Now I pass the throne to you, and I hope you can carry out my will, care about the people, take the country as your priority, govern diligently, and expand the territory.

Make our dynasty's rule everlasting and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

Please do not let me down, and do not let the people of this world down.

By accepting this imperial seal, you are shouldering a heavy responsibility. I hope you can become a wise and enlightened ruler and go down in history."

Jun Zechen knelt respectfully, his face tense, his hands raised firmly above his head with piety and awe.

"Your Majesty, I am deeply grateful for your kindness and for entrusting me with such an important task.

As a son, I will strictly follow the teachings of my father, take the foundation laid by our ancestors as my root, and take the people of the world as my foundation.

I will definitely devote all my energy and work diligently on government affairs, live up to my father's trust, and live up to the importance of the imperial seal.

I, your son, will do my utmost to make our dynasty prosperous and peaceful forever, in order to repay my father’s kindness and comfort the spirits of our ancestors.”

Jun Zechen's voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the hall.

After he finished speaking, Eunuch Dehai took the imperial seal from Emperor Jingsheng and placed it in the hands of Crown Prince Jun Zechen in the solemn and dignified eyes of the ministers.

Emperor Jingsheng looked at the Crown Prince below with loving and gratified eyes, and a look of peace gradually appeared on his face.

He finally completed his life's mission.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes.

Eunuch Dehai returned to Emperor Jingsheng's side. When his eyes met Emperor Jingsheng's closed eyes, he was suddenly startled and his face turned pale in an instant.

His lips trembled slightly as he called softly, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty." There was uncontrollable fear and anxiety in his voice.

However, Emperor Jingsheng did not react at all, as if he was sleeping.

Dehai put his trembling hand close to the nose of Emperor Jingsheng, but found that Emperor Jingsheng was no longer breathing!

Eunuch Dehai's body suddenly collapsed, and grief overwhelmed him like a tide.

He fell to his knees with a thump, his voice hoarse as he croaked, "Your Majesty, you are dead! Your Majesty, you are dead!"

When Jun Zechen heard the voice, he suddenly looked up in shock and stared blankly at his father who had a peaceful expression and his eyes closed.

His body shook violently as if it were hit by an invisible force. Grief and sorrow instantly welled up in his eyes, and his face became as solemn as if covered by frost.

Even though his heart was as hard as iron, he still felt heartbroken when his father passed away.

After a while, he finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Your son... respectfully bids farewell to your father."

The other ministers also said in unison, "We respectfully bid farewell to your Majesty!"

In the monarchy, after the emperor's death, his body must be kept in the palace for twenty-seven days.

During this period, a posthumous ceremony must be held, funeral activities must be carried out, the coffin must be suspended, and finally the burial must be completed.

Twenty-seven days later, the new emperor ascended the throne and a grand coronation ceremony was held.

Xiyan Palace.

Su Jingyao sat on the couch with a gentle smile on her face and her child in her arms.

After more than an hour, Xingxing's delicate little face turned white with a rosy glow, like an exquisite porcelain doll.

A pair of big black eyes are clear and bright, like two sparkling black gems.

The little nose is slightly upturned, and the cherry-like mouth smacks from time to time, which is very cute.

He perfectly inherited the advantages of his parents.

Su Jingyao's slender fingers gently teased the child's pink cheeks, and the child giggled.

Suddenly, a series of bell ringing sounds rang out, as if they were about to break through the sky.

Su Jingyao remained calm, but there was a subtle ripple in the depths of her eyes.

She sighed softly, with a hint of melancholy.

Such bells would only ring when the emperor passed away.

When the emperor passed away, the bells in the imperial palace would be rung 10,000 times, and all the bells in the temples of the monarchy would be rung 30,000 times.

Su Jingyao's gaze slowly moved outside. White snowflakes fluttered down like pieces of white thoughts.

The life of a wise ruler came to an end quietly in the midst of falling snow.

And Jun Zechen is about to become the next supreme emperor.

"Master, I will take the grandson away. Let Miaoxia change your clothes quickly. The queen will gather everyone in the harem to announce the funeral."

Miaoyun had a serious look on her face and her voice was a little low.

Su Jingyao nodded slightly, handed the star in her arms to Miaoyun, then took Miaoxia into the bedroom and began to change clothes.

Miaoxia carefully removed all the pearls and jade from her head, then slowly took off her gorgeous clothes and changed her into mourning clothes.

This was prepared early by the Ministry of Internal Affairs under the arrangement of the Queen.

"Master, you have to be careful about this funeral. An Liangdi and Tang Fengyi may take some action."

Miaoxia said softly as she carefully tidied her appearance.

"What's the news from the people in Xiyun Palace?" Su Jingyao raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, but our people didn't find out their specific plans."

Miaoxia answered softly without stopping her hands.

"Are they two on the same front?" Su Jingyao's voice was filled with thought.

"No, it should just be a temporary collaboration." Miaoxia answered affirmatively.

Su Jingyao nodded slightly.

They are really brave.

However, with high risk comes high reward.

If they succeed in making trouble in front of the late emperor's mourning hall, not even the crown prince will be able to protect Ling Yue, and the queen will be furious.

Su Jingyao casually took off the jewel ring on her finger, and Miaoxia quickly took it and put it into the jewelry box.

In order to save his own life, Tang Fengyi became quite courageous.