Mysterious mirror hanging high

Perhaps he heard Zhao Mingyue's heart-wrenching cry, the eyelids of Emperor Zhao, who was lying on the main seat, moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The imperial physician who was waiting beside him shuddered, and crawled forward, took a closer look, then turned around and mouthed something to the people below.

Back to the light?

Everyone's hearts tightened.

Emperor Zhao, who had just woken up, seemed to be in much better spirits. With the help of Eunuch Li, he managed to sit up straight. Looking at Zhao Mingyue, who was kneeling in golden armor and crying under the prince, he almost instantly understood what was going on.

"Second dick."

Emperor Zhao said in a hoarse voice: "How did it become like this..."

"Dad! I have no other choice. I really have no other choice." Zhao Mingyue repeated these few words over and over again, as if she had lost her soul.

"Mingcheng."

"Your Majesty, do you have any further instructions?" Zhao Mingcheng hurried forward and said, "Father, do you have any further instructions?"

Emperor Zhao said slowly, "After I die, I will be buried in the same tomb with the late Empress Zhaoyi. There is no need to build a separate imperial mausoleum. The funeral will be simple."

Zhao Mingcheng choked up and said, "Yes."

"besides."

Emperor Zhao hesitated for a rare moment before speaking:

"We are all brothers, even if our bones are broken, our tendons are still connected...don't be too harsh on us!"

This was a blatant plea for Zhao Mingyue, and even someone as experienced as Zhao Mingcheng was stumped. After a few breaths, he reluctantly said, "Your son knows his limits."

The next moment, Eunuch Li whispered a few more words into Emperor Zhao's ear. Emperor Zhao was startled and looked at Jing Yu.

"Lao Liu."

After all, he was his biological father, so Jing Yu replied softly, "Father, I'm listening to you."

"Of all the imperial heirs, your relationship with father is the most distant," Emperor Zhao said with a sigh. "Now it seems I've overlooked a truly uncut gem."

"Today's crisis is all thanks to you."

"It's all part of my job," Jing Yu whispered. "Father, Mingjing was born into the royal family and has been supported by them since childhood. We enjoy wealth and luxury, fine clothes and delicious food... I don't expect much admiration from the emperor. In fact, I'm more grateful for the satisfaction I've received, and I don't feel much resentment."

Although Jing Yu said this, Emperor Zhao could hear some resentment in his words and felt a little sad: "It was my father who made a fool of himself."

Jing Yu burst out laughing when he heard this: "My son is actually quite foolish."

"Hahaha!"

Emperor Zhao grinned at this time. It was a sad scene of separation between life and death, but at this moment, the father and son actually smiled at each other.

"Mingjing! My time is up today, and I'm starting to feel unhappy being an emperor!" Emperor Zhao looked at Jing Yu eagerly, "What are your plans for the future?"

Jing Yu scratched his head and said hesitantly, "I haven't thought about it yet."

"My mother entered the palace at a young age and has never left the imperial city. I plan to take her out to see the famous scenic spots and historical sites of Zhao State first."

"It is said that the Santu Rock in Ninggu County is the most unique rock in the world, and the clouds and mist in the mountains make it look like a fairyland."

"Every summer, during the flood season, the Baqu River in Fu'an Town has a spectacular spectacle of thousands of carp leaping over the Dragon Gate. My son has always suspected that this is just some local official exaggerating to claim it's a good omen, so he'd like to go and see it for himself."

"Next year, our Zhao Kingdom's Huangshan Martial Arts Conference, held every five years, will be held. It's said that masters from several neighboring countries will gather together to discuss the pinnacle of martial arts. My son wants to join in the fun..."

The more Jing Yu spoke, the more excited he became. In his previous life, he had always scoffed at traveling, but at this moment, after confirming that he was invincible in the world, he had an irresistible yearning for this kind of life. The more enthusiastically he described the future scene, the more vitality he overflowed from his body, and the more jealousy Emperor Zhao looked at him.

The two of them sat opposite each other, like a pair of yin and yang fish, one side alive and the other dead, and there was actually a sense of fate and reincarnation between them.

Finally, the old man's shaky life finally withered away helplessly. Emperor Zhao's eyelids drooped and he muttered softly:

"I'm a little tired... Let me have a good rest, come again, come again..."

Then he slowly closed his eyes and fell silent.

"His Majesty!"

Eunuch Li knelt down crying, and after he knelt, a large group of people in the hall knelt down again.

Jing Yu held onto Emperor Zhao's dry hand. He could clearly feel the body temperature in front of him rapidly decreasing. For a moment, he felt a mixture of emotions.

He did not feel much sadness, after all, he and Emperor Zhao were not very familiar with each other.

But in fact, they have just become more familiar with each other. If they continue to develop closeness at this pace, perhaps in a year or two, they will become a father and son with a good relationship.

But Emperor Zhao had no time to seriously play the role of father.

Jing Yu suddenly felt a little ironic. Perhaps people only realize the preciousness of something when they are about to lose it. Emperor Zhao only felt a sense of urgency when he was about to die. However, it was obvious to the naked eye that Jing Yu did not care whether he had wasted time for a long time.

Time is the least precious thing for Jing Yu. However, at this moment he suddenly realized a problem. Due to the limitation of life span, the time he spends with anyone is extremely limited. "Time spent with others" is not something that can be squandered indefinitely for him.

At this moment, Jing Yu stood up suddenly. He did not even mourn for the death of Emperor Zhao for a moment. Instead, he immediately started running towards Yu'an Palace at an inhuman speed.

When Jing Yu found Li Anruo, the cautious woman was hiding in a basement beneath a secret door in the hall. Li Anruo had specially commissioned this basement, explaining to Jing Yu that it might be effective in the event of natural or man-made disasters. Now, it was actually being used.

"I heard from some palace maids that rebels had stormed the palace. They were so scared that they didn't even have lunch and hid in the basement."

Watching Jing Yu rush into the basement, the nearly fifty-year-old woman, with wrinkles around her eyes, rolled her eyes and gave her son a thumbs-up. "After all, he's my son. Your sense of danger is no worse than mine! I knew with your skills, those rebels couldn't stop you!"

"Mom!" Jing Yu smiled brightly: "The rebels have been repelled!"

"So fast?" Li Anruo was slightly stunned: "Didn't we just attack the palace?"

"My son fought them off all by himself!"

"You're just exaggerating! Are you a god?"

"My son is truly divine!"

"I believe you."

"Mom, haven't you always wanted to go outside the imperial capital? Your son will take you out!"

"Your mother is a concubine in the harem. How could I possibly have the opportunity to leave the imperial capital? Even leaving the palace is a struggle. Will Your Majesty agree to this?"

"The Emperor just died."

"Dead? How did he die?!"

"Of course he died of illness."

"real or fake?"

"Mom, you've been married for decades after all, and you don't seem sad at all!"

"His Majesty's concubines can be ranked from our Yu'an Palace to Chongming Palace. How can I be considered his wife?... Besides, I have slept with him less than ten times in the past few decades. How deep can our relationship be?"

"But who is the new lord?"

"It's Fourth Brother!"

"Ah, is it Mingcheng? Your fourth brother has been close to you since childhood. Although he's a bit old-fashioned, he's also easy to talk to. Who knows, he might actually let your mother go out for a walk... Oh! So what are you waiting for? Let me pack my things first."

The smile on Jing Yu's face became even brighter: "Mom, there's no rush."

"We have plenty of time in the next few decades."