Arrogant and domineering because of his good looks: His Majesty always pretends to be righteous

"What explanation do you want? This was clearly done by that little maid!"

She clenched her back teeth tightly, adopting a condescending posture.

The maid beside her knelt timidly on the ground, tears welling in her eyes, her heart filled with remorse.

"Your Majesty, you cannot stand by and watch someone die..."

The maid cried bitterly, tears welling up in her eyes.

He scrambled and crawled, clutching the Empress Dowager's sleeve, his pitiful eyes seeming to want to tell her something.

"You bastard, how could you do such a thing?"

A cold slap landed on her face like a storm, instantly turning her entire face bright red.

"This was done by my maid. If you want to take it and do with it, feel free to do so."

The air inside the room suddenly dropped to freezing point, and the group of people looked at each other without saying another word.

Faced with the Empress Dowager's overbearing attitude, the lowly palace maid could only give up.

Outside, the wind howled and rain poured down in the dead of night, while the quiet room was filled with the sound of coughing.

"Your Majesty, you have been ill for so long! What are we going to do now? You have taken so much medicine, but you still haven't gotten better after so many days."

The man lying on the bed at this moment was already skin and bones, with his high cheekbones clearly visible, his eye sockets sunken, and dark circles under his eyes.

The exposed wrist looked like skin and bones at that moment.

The panicked maidservant was completely unaware of the Empress Dowager behind her.

How is the Emperor's condition?

Upon hearing that cold voice, the maid knelt down with a thud.

Tears streamed down her pretty face uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty! The Emperor has been bedridden ever since that incident. We have summoned many imperial physicians, but to little avail. We are at a loss as to what to do."

The timid little girl kept her head down, her eyes darting around in their sockets.

The Empress Dowager did not speak, but glanced at the little girl lightly.

The room was suddenly empty, leaving only the two of them.

The emaciated emperor struggled to open his eyes, and looking at the ferocious face, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Look at how dejected you are. I was going to keep you around, but you've never been obedient enough."

"Now the only thing we can do is send you to the King of Hell."

He stared in utter terror at the Empress Dowager before him, who had long since lost her mind and become insane.

He struggled desperately to get up, but he couldn't. His body was limp and weak from not eating for days and nights.

She leaned against the headboard like a ghost, pressing the dark brown herbal medicine against his lips.

He struggled desperately with all his might, his bony hands trying to grab the yellow ribbon.

With a creaking sound from the headboard, the yellow bag shook violently a few times but did not fall down.

"Stop struggling. I've cleared everyone out. Now it's just the two of us left in the entire palace."

"Everyone will know about your death first thing tomorrow morning."

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With a swallowing sound, the bowl of crimson soup was swallowed into the mouth.

In an instant, I felt as if my internal organs were about to explode.

His face contorted in agony as he struggled desperately, and soon a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the yellow bag on the bedside table red.

After struggling for a moment, he became completely still.

"The Emperor has passed away! The Emperor has passed away... Someone come quick!"

The Empress Dowager screamed in anguish, deliberately trying to attract everyone's attention.

The maids burst through the door, but upon witnessing this breathtaking moment, they all collapsed to the ground, while the concubines wailed in despair.

"His Majesty has passed away! Your Majesty, please accept my condolences."

She slowly closed her eyes, her heart already overflowing with joy at this outcome...

In the early morning, the gentle sunlight shone on the Golden Palace, where civil and military officials were all present, and the atmosphere in the court was very solemn.

A lifeless, oppressive feeling washed over me, making it hard to breathe.

"Now that the emperor has passed away, it is only natural to establish a new monarch."

"I think the Sixth Prince is quite good; what do the others think?"

The hollow voice echoed throughout the court, as if a stone had sunk into the sea, and remained unanswered for a long time.

After a long while, that deep, hoarse voice resounded throughout the court.

"Your Majesty, I think the Emperor's death needs further discussion. After all, the Emperor died suddenly, and no one knows exactly how he died. Now that his body is barely cold, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

The great god knelt respectfully in the court, his forehead covered in cold sweat. Although his face was calm, he was inwardly panicked, and his palms were covered with glistening beads of sweat.

"How dare you... Everyone knows that His Majesty was ill before, what's the point of investigating?"

"Why aren't you hurrying up? The emperor has been laid to rest. What else do you want to do? He's already dead. Can he come back to life?"

"Are you saying this to question the cause of the emperor's death?"

Faced with the Empress Dowager's relentless pressure, the ministers clasped their hands in a fist and bowed, feeling a cold sweat pour down their faces, and could only swallow back the words they were about to say.

As night fell and all was quiet, the candlelight inside the house was dim and lifeless.

"Sir, I really don't understand why you suddenly insist on bringing the emperor's body back?"

A simply dressed young woman stood quietly to the side, her face full of sorrow.

"Madam, you don't know, the Emperor's sudden death has been a source of great distress for me. Although the Emperor was old and had been ill for a long time, his illness should not have caused his death."

"As far as I know, the Emperor was poisoned. He suddenly became emaciated, and his appearance is so horrifying, with blood flowing from all seven orifices. This matter must be more complicated than it seems."

Upon hearing this, the young mistress standing to the side was shocked and stumbled, almost falling to the ground. The maidservant beside her quickly caught her.

She folded her hands in front of her chest and it took her a long time to come to her senses.

She grabbed the old man's sleeve with a look of utter terror on her face, tears welling in her eyes.

"Don't investigate this matter anymore! Our family's survival is the most important thing!"

"Let's hurry up and leave. If what you say is true, then this matter is not simple."

She was so panicked that even the hand gripping her sleeve was trembling.

The old man, however, had an upright and unyielding expression, and his handsome face showed a hint of determination.

He strode out of the room. At that moment, the emperor's body was already placed in the courtyard. Due to poisoning, the body had not decomposed and looked as peaceful as if he were asleep.

He slowly stepped forward and inserted a silver needle into the emperor's carotid artery.