Rebirth and Revenge: The Imperial Master’s Pampering of Me is Addicting Me

The emperor did not attend court, and the court was in chaos. The empress finally left and a royal concubine came. The empress at least understood some politics, but the royal concubine knew nothing. She was like a dodder that was completely dependent on the emperor and was spoiled by him.

It would be fine if the Queen Mother didn't care about things, but what would happen if she took control of the government now?

All the civil and military officials were very confused, but they didn't want to stand out. Their eyes quickly turned to Prime Minister Tang Kun who was standing in the front, and their meaning was very clear.

It's already this late, why don't you say something?

Everyone on his side and behind was looking at him. Even if Tang Kun didn't want to talk, he could only grit his teeth and speak. But even at this time, his expression was as calm as ever, as if nothing could worry him.

"Your Highness, you're joking. Even if His Majesty is poisoned, can't the entire Imperial Hospital cure it? Even if the Imperial Hospital can't do it, there are still people in the community. There are so many experts in this world, it's impossible that they can't cure His Majesty's poison, right?

Besides, the authenticity of this imperial edict hasn't been verified yet. Even if His Majesty really wants to abdicate, His Majesty should come forward and speak for it. If His Majesty really decides to hand the throne to Prince An, the Imperial Concubine only needs to let His Majesty speak for it and everything will fall into place naturally."

This time, not to mention the imperial concubine, even the civil and military officials understood it. Since the decree is true, let the emperor stand up and say a word and they will naturally acknowledge Prince An's qualifications. If His Majesty does not show up, then the decree will naturally be fake.

The imperial concubine gritted her teeth in anger, and her eyes began to flicker.

This decree was naturally fake. She had asked an expert to imitate the handwriting of His Majesty. It was not 100% similar, but at least 70% similar. However, it might not be hidden in front of old ministers like the Prime Minister, otherwise she would not have said that just now.

Little did they know that seeing her fall silent, how could the gentlemen still not know whether her will was true or false? They all fell silent in silence.

As soon as the queen fell, the imperial concubine became more and more arrogant. Forging an imperial edict is a serious crime!

Even the ministers on the Queen's side began to mutter inwardly:

The Imperial Concubine must have thought that she had all the power after this incident, but there were so many concubines in the palace besides her. Even without mentioning the underage princes in the palace, there was also the Fifth Prince born to the Imperial Concubine. She was indeed a woman spoiled by the Emperor. She had some skills in conspiracy and scheming, but knew nothing about politics.

If the Queen's faction hadn't fallen, they would have accused her of forging an imperial edict. However, since the situation was unclear, they decided to put it aside for now.

Not to mention the commotion in the court, Prince An now had no time to care about anything else and went straight into the palace where the emperor was recuperating, his attitude was very arrogant.

Looking at his father, Emperor Lu Shaocong, lying on the dragon bed with a sickly face, he felt for the first time that he was very powerful. He could not hide the smugness on his face and between his brows at all.

"Father, why are you doing this? You're already terminally ill, so why not just give the throne to your son? Let me analyze the situation for you. My eldest brother has been imprisoned in the Imperial Clan Court by your decree. I've already sent someone to deal with him. I believe you'll receive news of my eldest brother's passing soon."

As for the fifth brother, he has been timid and fearful since childhood. Ever since the fall of the Queen's party, he has been hiding in his own house and has never left the house. I heard that the Concubine Shu sent people to call him several times but failed to get him out. You can't count on him.

As for the Seventh Prince, he's been kept in the cold palace and mistreated since childhood. Don't even count on him coming to your rescue at this point. Does this mean your son is the only one who can handle this? If you're in this state, who else can the throne be passed on to if not your son?

However, my son is kind-hearted, so I will let you, Your Majesty, think it over carefully today. I will go to the court first to see. If you have truly thought it through, please send someone to inform me immediately. It would be best if you could write down your decree clearly as well."

The more Lu Shaocong analyzed, the more he felt that he was about to ascend the throne. He was in a very good mood. He stared at the emperor for a while, then smiled and left with his men.

But the emperor was almost mad at what he said, and felt furious inside.

Because he knew the temperaments of his sons better than anyone else. They were fine on normal days, but if the country was in chaos, none of them would be of any use. It was because of this that a trace of despair finally rose in his heart at this moment.

The situation is so chaotic now. To whom should he hand over the country to?

The emperor was having a severe headache when he suddenly noticed a tall figure in front of him. He subconsciously looked up and found that the man seemed familiar. He stared at him for a while before recognizing his identity.

It was his seventh son whom he seldom saw on weekdays. Not to mention that this face made him dazed for a moment. This face not only looked like him, but also like... the person he would dream about in the middle of the night.

"You...what are you doing here? Are you siding with the third brother?"

Lu Jinnian looked at the person on the bed calmly, his eyes were as deep as ink and his voice was very cold.

"No, I just wanted to come see you and see how you'd end up. Does the feeling of seeing your sons and brothers fighting and killing each other remind you of how you poisoned your brother many years ago?"

When the name of Crown Prince Renxiu was suddenly mentioned, the emperor's eyes widened in an instant. His face, which was already weak due to poisoning, became even more distorted, and his voice became a little sharper.

"You...how do you know him? Who are you?! What do you want to do?"

A cold smile appeared on Lu Jinnian's lips. As expected, he had been an emperor. He had already suspected his identity with just one sentence.

He had no scruples at this point, so he simply brought a chair over and sat down, slowly straightening his wide sleeves.

"Years ago in the Eastern Palace, were you also standing before your brother, the emperor known for his benevolence, and speaking with the same arrogance and pride as your son? Proud that he trusted you so easily and was poisoned without even realizing it, proud that you poisoned your own brother, forced him and his wife to death, and finally took the throne?"

The emperor had been tortured by the poison for a long time. His legs and feet had become inflexible and he was almost half-crippled. But when he heard these words, he still tried to prop up half of his body and stared at him with a terrifying look.

"Who...who are you? Who is behind all this fabrication? It's simply...ahem, simply outrageous!"

"As the saying goes, justice is clear and retribution will come. Do you really think you can keep these past events secret for the rest of your life? What people do always leaves traces, not to mention that there were some people who were lucky enough to survive back then.

I have come here today to give you a choice."

Choice? What choice?

The emperor felt a surge of uneasiness in his heart. His fingers clutching the quilt tightened and he gritted his teeth.

"What on earth do you want to do?! Someone, someone, come!"