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The 30th year of Beiying, New Year's Eve.

It was snowing heavily outside and the Qianzheng Hall was desolate.

In the huge bedroom, there was not a single palace maid or eunuch serving. The charcoal basin had been burnt out for who knows how long. The cold wind came in through the crack in the door, which was never closed tightly, and blew the dim candlelight in the hall to make it flicker.

The person on the dragon bed was lying there straight, like a corpse.

If you listen closely, you can hear his extremely tiny voice.

"Come... people..."

Although his voice was weak, he never tired of shouting for his life over and over again.

No one would hear his call.

Ever since he fell ill, none of the concubines who usually cared about him came to visit him, and the number of palace servants serving him also decreased.

Yes, he has completely fallen. Those who can work in the palace are all shrewd people. They are all looking for ways out and finding new backers.

Now, for him as the king of a country, even drinking a sip of water has become a luxury.

Beitang Qi had mixed feelings in his heart, mostly anger.

It turned out that his sons were ambitious and had coveted the throne for a long time.

Less than half a year after he fell, his trusted ministers were silently removed one by one, and even the hidden guards were suddenly killed. The speed was so fast that he was more convinced that the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was a long-planned plan to force him to abdicate.

The eldest brother Beitang Yao, the third brother Beitang Xiao, and the fifth brother Beitang Yi are all suspects.

As for the seventh brother, he has a slave mark and is destined to be unable to inherit the throne. He has been fulfilling his duties as a subject for many years and never dared to overstep the line, so it will not be him.

And now, this son who was once ignored and hated by him has become the only person he can trust.

The palace door was suddenly pushed open slowly, and cold wind rushed in, causing Beitang Qi, who was already sleeping on thin bedding, to shiver unconsciously.

But at the moment he could only lie there half-paralyzed, with crooked eyes and mouth, and disgusting saliva flowing uncontrollably. It was even difficult for him to curse loudly. If it were in the past, these bold dogs would have lost their heads long ago.

Until the palace door was closed and the person slowly approached, Beitang Qi felt a weight on his body, and he was actually covered with a thick quilt.

He opened his mouth, unable to speak. The warm water was fed into his body, instantly quenching the heat and thirst that had been in his body for a long time.

"Do you want more?" The man's low voice sounded, "Your Majesty."

Beitang Qi turned his eyes with great effort and finally saw the face of the person who came.

During the six months he had been bedridden, several princes and princesses came to visit him frequently, whether out of sincerity or pretense, except the seventh prince, who never came even once.

He was exiled since he was young. In order to appease the emperor's disloyalty, he climbed up to the position of general step by step, even though he nearly lost his life many times. However, he was still not allowed to enter the capital without an imperial edict.

Compared with other princes who have been pampered since childhood, no, even the sons of ordinary royal families and generals live a more carefree and happy life than him.

Beitang Qi looked at the face in front of him that looked like his mother, and was a little dazed for a moment.

As far as I can remember, he never seemed to call me father the emperor, and always addressed him as "Your Majesty" in a humble manner.

Maybe it's because he's getting old and always likes to reminisce about the past. He vaguely remembers that the seventh brother seemed to have a nickname, which was given to him by his mother when she was pregnant. In their country, it means perseverance and living in the face of death.

Perhaps it was because this explanation was so special that Beitang Qi always remembered it.

"Ayu..."

It was like two words squeezed out of the throat, vague and hoarse, but it made Beitang Xian raise his eyebrows in surprise: "Who are you calling, Your Majesty?"

Beitang Qi did not answer, but stared at him for a long time with his cloudy, bloodshot eyes, and said word by word: "You... tell me the truth... how much time do I have left."

Regardless of whether Beitang Xian was involved or not, the irony was that he was the only one he could trust at this moment.

It's not a strange disease, but a deadly poison that can cause him extreme pain.

The boss doesn't have the courage, so -

"Is it the third brother... or the fifth brother?" The two of them had already had the intention of rebelling.

He was clearly only having one breath left, but he was still struggling. In this respect, Beitang Xian was very similar to him. He had a strong vitality and would never accept death as long as there was a glimmer of a chance.

He smiled softly and sat on a chair beside him: "Your Majesty, don't you doubt me?"

The old man on the couch's eyes trembled slightly, as if he didn't expect him to say this.

"If a prince whose mother was of low status and branded as a slave sat in that position, he would probably be laughed at by the whole world."

He was still smiling, and didn't seem to mind talking about his shameful past.

"I used to think so too, but someone told me that I can't decide my own origins, but I can change my future, so...from now on, all the people who make me unhappy, I just need them to disappear."

Beitang Qi stared with his eyes wide open. Because he couldn't move, he could only stare angrily at the gauze curtain above and couldn't see Beitang Xian who was sitting on the side.

"You don't have to be so angry. I'm not the one who hurt you."

Fearing that he would die of anger on the spot, Beitang Xian explained calmly, "The soul-summoning technique of Wangyou Valley is a unique secret technique passed down from generation to generation. My third brother burned the entire mountain to obtain it. He went to such great lengths. I don't think I can compare to him."

The Qianzheng Palace has been deserted for a long time, and the palace servants who serve it dared to be so lazy, which was also instructed by Beitang Xiao.

In order to suppress his ambition, Beitang Qi repeatedly reused Beitang Xian, whom he had always looked down upon, so he had long been rebellious towards Beitang Qi.

It was a plan that had been planned for a long time, but it was kept secret so that not a single flaw could leak out. This was done just to catch him off guard and to hit him with one strike, leaving him with no chance of recovery.

Having said everything that needed to be said, Beitang Xian lightly brushed his clothes, stood up and left.

"You... do you want to... sit in that seat?" Beitang Qi's old and haggard voice came from behind with difficulty.

The palace door opened and closed again, and the young man's figure never stopped. Only the wind and snow outside knew whether he answered Beitang Qi's question.

… …

On New Year's Eve of the 30th year of Beiying, the emperor passed away, and it was rumored that the eldest prince Beitang Yao would succeed to the throne.

That night, the third prince Beitang Xiao led a large army into the palace and killed the traitor Beitang Yao on the charge of plotting to murder the emperor and seize the throne.

Beitang Yao was defeated and was beheaded on the spot along with his personal guards.

Just when Beitang Xiao took the imperial seal in his hand and ordered the powerful ministers to support him as emperor, the fifth prince Beitang Yi brought evidence that he had poisoned the previous emperor to cause a stroke, and colluded with martial arts sects to seize the throne for him.

All of a sudden, all the ministers turned against him and denounced him as a traitor and shameless traitor who was not worthy of being an emperor.

Beitang Yao is dead, and the only person left who is most suitable to inherit the throne is Beitang Yi.

But at the last moment, Beitang Xian suddenly appeared, and with him was eunuch Li who had served the late emperor for many years.

The old eunuch, who was over seventy years old, took out a bright yellow scroll from his sleeve and slowly opened it: "The late emperor's will, please kneel and receive it."

Everyone knelt down.

"After I leave, I will pass the throne to the Seventh Prince Beitang Xian. I hope you will assist him wholeheartedly and not raise any objections."

That’s all the sentence above.