The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and holds the power over the world

It was already dawn outside. The carriage was driving on the familiar Changmen Street. The road surface was clean and there was no trace of blood.

Feng Yu and Ling Mohan brought people to clean up the streets of Shangjing City overnight, and people from Yayue Pavilion brought them midnight snacks.

The soldiers finished their meal in a hurry and continued patrolling.

The remains of all the assassins who sneaked into Shangjing City will be transported out of the city tonight.

The bloody smell of Shangjing City will eventually dissipate, and the sun will illuminate this ancient capital again.

Si Yan entered the palace and went straight to the emperor's bedroom.

The Queen and Consort Liu were both guarding outside the bedroom, and no one could get in.

Only Qi Ziyu was kneeling in front of the emperor's bed; even the genius doctor Yunya was dismissed.

"Your Majesty, Lord Si Yan is here." When Eunuch Gu saw Si Yan, he led him in directly.

The emperor wanted to raise his hand, but his fingertips trembled for a long time and he couldn't move.

"Your Majesty." Si Yan walked to the bed, half-knelt on the ground, and looked into the emperor's eyes.

The emperor opened his lips and spoke with humiliation: "Si Yan, my time is coming to an end."

Si Yan paused for a moment and said softly, "Your Majesty, your illness can be cured. As long as you take good care of yourself..."

Tears welled up in the emperor's eyes. He had never imagined that he, the dignified Emperor Daxuan, would even need someone to serve him in bed...

"I no longer have the desire to live." The emperor pouted and began to sob.

Si Yan didn't say anything. The emperor's grief could not be soothed by any words.

Qi Ziyu held a handkerchief in his hand and wiped the tears from the emperor's face: "Father, you will be fine..."

The emperor smiled bitterly: "I am already busy."

Qi Ziyu comforted him: "Father, you will get better."

The emperor shook his head, his eyes full of despair.

He rolled his eyes and tilted his head to look at Si Yan: "Si Yan, am I a tyrant in the eyes of the world?"

He favored the evil concubine Xin Ya and appointed the treacherous prime minister Xin Rui, allowing the Daxuan court to be controlled by treacherous people. The court officials were all in danger and dared not be angry or speak out. The entire Shangjing was full of crises and there were groups of killers.

He almost passed the kingdom of Daxuan to the wicked son of Beimang Kingdom, and almost handed the kingdom of Daxuan over to Beimang Kingdom.

Every single thing he did was enough to make people point fingers at him and call him a tyrant.

"Your Majesty is not a wise ruler." Si Yan replied softly.

The emperor knew that this was Si Yan's euphemism and couldn't help but break down and cry.

"I really want to be a good emperor. I really want to be a good emperor, but I don't know why it has become like this..."

The emperor's face was filled with grief, and Si Yan could sense that he really wanted to be a good emperor.

But he was mediocre in talent, took the wrong path, trusted the wrong people, and was gradually deceived by Xinya's siblings, which eventually led to his own tragedy.

As an emperor, he lacked the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and failed to listen to the advice of wise ministers. Ultimately, he was controlled step by step and became a real loner.

Si Yan was silent for a moment, then spoke softly, "Your Majesty, you have both merits and faults, and future generations will have both good and bad opinions of you."

"Have I done anything else?" The emperor widened his eyes, as if he wanted to hear Si Yan talk about what good things he had done.

"The history books will record that during His Majesty's reign, he appointed a female official of the first rank before the emperor."

"Hahaha..." The emperor laughed, tears in the corners of his eyes wet the white hair on his temples, "Yes, I did do some good things..."

"If I achieve any great achievements in the future, future generations will remember that it was Your Majesty who appointed me as a First-Rank Imperial Court Lady. Your Majesty's ability to appoint a woman is a testament to his courage."

The emperor stared at Si Yan with wide eyes: "Si Yan, you won't be like Xin Rui in the future and control Daxuan, right?"

When Si Yan heard this, he knew that the emperor had never lived a clear life until his death.

There is always someone controlling the court, just to see whether it is beneficial to the country and the people.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will take charge of everything. Daxuan's future will be as prosperous as the rising sun. You can rest assured."

The emperor couldn't rest assured, but there was nothing he could do.

The current situation in Daxuan is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, and it is no longer under his control.

The emperor sighed deeply, looked at Si Yan and asked, "Qi Mingzhe escaped today. Do you know who saved him?"

"It's still the same group of people who want to use Qi Mingzhe's identity as Prince Xin to rebel."

"I was truly blind to trust the Xin siblings..."

The emperor regretted it deeply. He never imagined that Prince Xin was not his biological son.

Now, these people want to use Qi Mingzhe's identity as the fake prince to launch a civil rebellion.

"Si Yan, can you quell this civil unrest?" asked the emperor.

"It must be possible, Your Majesty."

The emperor opened his eyes wide and looked at Si Yan: "You are still so confident, it's incredible, you are only an eighteen-year-old girl."

She was so calm and composed, as if her whole body was glowing...

Si Yan replied softly, "Your Majesty, it's unbelievable that you actually appointed an eighteen-year-old girl as a first-rank female official before the Emperor."

The emperor couldn't help laughing, and as he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes again.

How much he wanted to go back to the past and be emperor again. He would definitely listen to Si Zhengxuan.

"I'm sorry that I can't test the new recruits you trained." The emperor still remembered the agreement he made with Si Yan.

Within three months, the five hundred new recruits trained by Si Yan fought against the imperial guards one by one. As long as ten of the new recruits lost, Si Yan's training would be considered a failure.

He had already seen those new recruits who had only trained for more than half a month today, and he could feel that Si Yan had won.

"There is still a chance, Your Majesty." Si Yan looked into the emperor's eyes.

The emperor shook his head and said, "Si Yan, I really want to die. Before I die, what else can I do to make the people of the world think that I am not so foolish?"

"Alive, Your Majesty." Si Yan replied.

The emperor's eyes dimmed. "I don't want to live anymore. You are so smart. Can you think of a way for me to restore my reputation?"

Si Yan said seriously, "Only by staying alive can you redeem your reputation."

The emperor cannot die now. If he dies at this time, Daxuan will fall into greater chaos.

They will also have to work harder to quell the rebellion.

His life can prove that King Yong did not usurp the throne or rebel.

And if he died, those people would have a lot to say.

They would not acknowledge Prince Yong's status as the crown prince, and would accuse Prince Yong of patricide... They would use these slogans to get those who did not know the truth to follow them.

"I really don't want to live anymore." The emperor had made up his mind. After making arrangements for his funeral, he starved himself to death.

Si Yan said calmly: "It is easy to die, but it is difficult to live. It is not easy for Your Majesty to redeem your reputation.

"You personally created the current situation in Daxuan. You must personally watch Daxuan return to peace. At the very least, you must live until the rebellion is quelled and the head of the rebel leader is delivered to you. Only then can you die."

The emperor was silent for a long time, then nodded with difficulty: "Okay, then I will live."