Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

Prince Jing was still feeling unwilling to give up in the prison when he suddenly heard footsteps. He looked up and saw several people walking towards him.

The eunuch in front was holding an imperial edict, his expression serious, and followed by two jailers, one of whom was holding a black wooden tray with a wine jug and a wine glass on it.

What else is there to understand? We are here to send him off.

Prince Jing's heart sank to the bottom.

As expected, the eunuch slowly walked up to him, unfolded the imperial edict, and said in a shrill voice: "The Emperor decrees: Prince Jing Murong Jing has committed treason and plotted against the will of Heaven. His crimes are blatant and cannot be tolerated by Heaven. Considering that he is a relative of the imperial clan, I will not implicate his family. However, his guilt is unavoidable. I hereby grant him a cup of poisoned wine and order him to end his life. I decree!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Jing's face turned pale, and his heart was filled with despair. He had originally held onto a glimmer of hope, hoping for a turnaround, but now it seemed that everything was set in stone.

But how could he be willing?

How to be willing?

Not reconciled!

The jailer stepped forward, and the eunuch picked up the wine jug, poured the wine into the cup, and then raised his hand to signal: "Prince Jing, please!"

Prince Jing slowly stood up, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and his heart was filled with unwillingness and regret.

He regretted it! Why didn't he kill Murong Xiao sooner? He didn't want to be branded as a regicide and usurper. He just wanted him to take poison and die slowly, but this one misstep led to eternal regret!

It seemed to be on the verge of success, but it failed at the last moment.

He hated it. He hated how a good situation could turn out like this. He hated why Murong Xiao had such good luck, and he hated why he ended up like this.

His eyes were red and his hands were trembling as he took the wine glass. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall.

Raising his head, he looked at the eunuch with gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and resolute, "Murong Xiao, you are so cruel."

The eunuch had no expression on his face, just looking at Prince Jing coldly. The jailers stood aside, quietly waiting for Prince Jing to drink the cup of poisoned wine.

Prince Jing took a deep breath and closed his eyes, seemingly recalling his past glory and honor. He slowly brought the wine glass to his lips, but at that moment, he suddenly stopped and a sneer appeared on his lips.

"Murong Xiao, do you think you can make me disappear so easily like this? No, my soul, Murong Jing, will live forever in this world and will never leave. And you, hahahaha, with that body of yours, how long can you rule this country?" Prince Jing roared loudly, and his voice echoed in the empty sky prison.

However, no matter how he struggled and refused to give in, he ultimately drank the poisoned wine in one gulp. His body began to tremble violently, and his face was distorted with pain. Gradually, his voice became weaker and weaker, until he finally lost all his breath.

Outside the Heavenly Prison, when the eunuch reported to the emperor, the emperor nodded, showing no sign of sadness or joy.

Li Tianyao, Murong Chen and others breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that Prince Jing was dead.

After the Emperor's return to the palace, the atmosphere in the capital gradually returned to its former calm. Although the remnants of Prince Jing were still lurking in the shadows, thanks to the meticulous planning and deployment of Li Tianyao, Murong Chen, and Xue Yao, every one of their actions was swiftly extinguished, greatly ensuring the safety of the capital.

Order in the capital was gradually restored, and the people began to live a stable life.

After Murong Chen was made the crown prince, he devoted himself to state affairs even more diligently.

As the future emperor, he not only has to inherit his father's good practices, but also lead the country to a more prosperous future.

In order to consolidate the royal family's ruling position, he decided to recruit talents and reserve strength for the country's development.

When he asked the emperor for instructions on this matter, the emperor let him make the decision himself.

It seemed that the Emperor had truly given up his power. Xueyao gave him a thumbs-up in her heart. Being able to be the Emperor emeritus so peacefully was a good thing for him, and it was also beneficial to the country and the people.

With the strengthening of the imperial court as his fundamental goal, Murong Chen drafted an edict and asked the emperor to issue it to the world. Anyone with talent, ambition, and courage was welcome to take the exam. Regardless of their social status, as long as they possessed genuine talent and knowledge, they would be given important positions.

After the news spread, it caused a huge response. Countless people with lofty ideals flocked to the capital, hoping to display their talents and ambitions in this land.

Murong Chen had another idea about this. He thought about it for a long time, but still didn't dare to tell the emperor.

Murong Chen's concerns were not without reason. He was well aware of the complexity and subtleties of the court, and that every decision could lead to unpredictable consequences. However, the idea in his mind was like a seed, taking root and sprouting in his heart, becoming stronger and stronger.

One day, Murong Chen was alone in his study, lost in thought. He gazed out the window at the lush sycamore tree, and an inexplicable urge surged within him. He stood up, walked to his desk, spread out the rice paper, and began to write.

After writing, he put down the pen in his hand, picked up the notebook filled with his thoughts, took a deep breath, and walked out of the study.

He went to the emperor's bedroom and presented the memorial. The emperor took it, unfolded it, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by deep approval.

"Chen'er, your idea is excellent," the Emperor said slowly. "The court truly needs fresh blood, and the imperial examination system you proposed will not only attract talented individuals from around the world, but will also break the monopoly of aristocratic families and inject more vitality into the court."

Murong Chen was delighted when he heard this, knowing that his idea had been approved by the Emperor. He bowed and said, "Your Majesty is wise. I am only trying my best to help."

The emperor nodded and said, "I'll leave this matter to you. I will fully support you."

Murong Chen was grateful, knowing that this was the emperor's trust and heavy responsibility in him. He took his leave, his heart filled with confidence and expectation.

Soon after, the imperial court issued a notice on the imperial examination system, which aroused enthusiastic response across the country. Countless aspiring people signed up to take the exam, hoping to pass it and realize their ambitions and dreams.

Murong Chen also silently set a goal in his heart, which was to build the court into a more prosperous one and let the people live a better life.

There is one important thing he hasn't thought about yet.

How should I tell my father?

How should I tell Xueyao?

Murong Chen's brow furrowed. This thought of his not only concerned his personal feelings, but also the future of the country. He slowly walked back to the study, sat at the desk, and fell into deep thought again.

The sycamore trees outside the window swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound that seemed to tell of the passage of time. Murong Chen's thoughts drifted away, and he thought of Xue Yao, the woman who had saved him and fought alongside him. Her wisdom, courage, and tenacity filled him with deep admiration and love.

And the people around her are all excellent and rare talents.

If she could stay, those people would definitely stay as well.

Murong Chen took a deep breath and picked up the pen again. He wrote down his thoughts, concerns, and hopes in the letter, hoping Xueyao would understand and support him.

After finishing writing, he carefully folded the letter and put it in an envelope. Then, he called his trusted guard and asked him to personally deliver the letter to Xue Yao.