Let me be a concubine? I turned to someone else's arms

"Will King Cheng be a wise ruler?" Luo Qin asked.

Having seen so many insidious things in the royal family, Luo Qin was deeply suspicious of King Cheng's character.

"Don't worry, Ping'er. King Cheng has a gentle temperament, and with Wang Xie around, it's still unknown whether he's a wise ruler, but at least he won't be as cruel as the current emperor."

In order to eliminate the Yu family, he planned a civil war, which resulted in the deaths of countless civilians and soldiers. He should have abdicated long ago.

Seeing that Xie Yun was calm, Luo Qin thought that nowadays most officials would listen to the advice of the aristocratic families. Since King Cheng had the support of Wang and Xie, he would not be too bad.

Instead of worrying about whether the emperor is a wise ruler, we should be more worried about the corruption and extravagance of the aristocratic families.

……

The deposed crown prince was beheaded the next day, and his wives, concubines, and daughters were all demoted to commoners and exiled thousands of miles away. His son was executed, and no one in the Yu family survived.

Once upon a time, the Yu family had made great military achievements and held military power. They were so glorious that their houses were always crowded with distinguished guests. However, as time passed and the years were ruthless, the Yu family had completely declined and only a sad scene remained.

The Yu family, one of the aristocratic families, has been overthrown. Who will be the new aristocratic family?

Two more days passed, and the emperor knew that his time was up. His life was as shaky as a candle in the wind. He could not even get up and could only lie in bed, breathing out more than breathing in.

He should have been middle-aged, but now he was as pale as paper. His originally round face had become skinny, with high cheekbones and deeply sunken eyes, as if all the vitality had been sucked away by an invisible force.

His lips were cracked, bloodless, and trembling slightly. He seemed to want to say something but was too weak to make a sound.

At this final moment, what he was most concerned about was his unconscious second son.

So the emperor, despite his illness, summoned all his ministers and King Cheng.

Xie Yun stood beside his father, at a distance, and looked up at the emperor with black lips lying on the dragon bed. He knew clearly that the emperor was terminally ill at this moment.

After everyone gathered, the emperor lay on his side and tremblingly gave an order to King Cheng who was kneeling beside the bed: "Sanlang... cough cough cough... this position is yours... but father urges you to... cough cough cough, you must send Erlang to the temporary palace to recuperate, and you must not treat him badly..."

Upon hearing this, King Cheng burst into tears. He held the emperor's hand tightly and said with a sob, "Don't worry, father. I will follow your instructions and take good care of my brother. I will never let him get hurt!"

The emperor looked at his third son, whose face was filled with tears and whose tone was sincere, and a look of relief appeared in his weathered eyes.

He also knew Sanlang's character, he respected his teachers and was honest and upright. Moreover, since he had agreed in public and with the ministers as witnesses, he would definitely not dare to do anything to Erlang.

The emperor used up his last bit of strength and issued a crucial decree - to pass the throne to King Cheng.

This edict was like a heavy burden on King Cheng's shoulders, but he accepted this responsibility and mission without hesitation.

Holding this bright imperial edict, King Cheng suppressed his excitement, knelt beside the dragon bed and kowtowed three times to the emperor: "Father, I will live up to your orders! I will shoulder the responsibility of governing the world and benefiting the people!"

The emperor's eyes were cloudy, he nodded imperceptibly, and then slowly closed his eyes.

"His Majesty--!!!"

The steward's heart-wrenching wail echoed throughout the hall, and all the ministers and palace maids present also burst into tears.

On September 12, the 24th year of Deyuan, the emperor died and passed the throne to his third son, Prince Cheng Jinheng.

Everything is finally over, and the Great Jin Dynasty ushered in a new monarch and a new situation.

The setting sun is as blood-red, dyeing half the sky red. The afterglow sprinkles on the earth, covering the world with a golden veil.

In this peaceful atmosphere, a distant bell sound came from afar. The sound was melodious and deep, as if it traveled through time and space, echoing between heaven and earth.

Its sound is crisp and loud, and every impact seems to be telling the story of the years.

Xie Yun came in a rosy cloud, pushed open the gate, and saw his beautiful wife holding a young child in her arms.

"Aye! Aye!"

The little child broke away from his mother and happily greeted his tall and majestic father.

"Boan!"

The wife ran over with her skirt lifted up, her beautiful eyes filled with stars reflecting her lover in the sunset glow.

Xie Yun squatted down, hugged the child with one hand, stood up, and then put his arm around his wife, his eyes sparkling.

The dust has settled, just like the setting of stars, and everything has come to a perfect end.

Ping'er, my sweetheart, we are both very happy in this life. I have you in this life. I wish our love will last forever, and we will never forget each other. We will be together for three lifetimes. Even if time passes, our love will be forever and our affection will be everlasting.

--Finish--