How did you know that it was actually taken into the space.

"Sleep."

Qian Jiyun led her to the bedside.

…

In the palace of the old emperor.

His whole body was so painful that he was rolling on the ground, and the miserable cry almost spread across half of the imperial city.

It's a pity that no matter how painful he was, no one dared to come and heal him, let alone shed a tear of sympathy.

Most of the guards in the palace guessed who was responsible for the massacres in Kyoto, but they didn't have any evidence.

And their view of the old emperor was that they wished that he would die immediately.

It's just that their master hasn't spoken yet, and they dare not attack the old emperor whom everyone hates.

After a while, the bedroom finally became quiet, and the old emperor lay alone on the ground, gasping for breath.

The clothes on his body were already soaked in cold sweat.

"They...how dare they..."

His face turned pale, his lips trembled and he murmured, he never imagined that Qian Jiyun really dared to attack him.

Aren't they afraid that the traitor won't be able to take the throne? As long as he moved his mouth casually, that rebellious son would be charged with killing his father. Even if he died, he would be talked about by the people.

"Why don't we dare?"

Qian Jiyun hadn't come over yet, but Boss Yan came over a bit.

"You dare to attack great-grandfather and uncle, why don't we dare to attack you?"

"What is he? A fool!"

The old emperor was still lying on the bed, curling his lower lip in disdain.

For him, the meaning of King You's existence is to give him a virtuous name. Now, the throne is almost no longer his, so why does he need that virtuous name?

What's more, if King You is dead now, what does it have to do with him being an imprisoned emperor? All the accusations will be directed at this traitor, why would he not do it?

"Then what are you?" Boss Yan stepped forward and questioned him.

"You rebellious son, I am your royal father!"

The old emperor struggled to sit up from the ground, looking at Boss Yan with weak eyes.

In the past, he never cared about and cared about this son, but he didn't know when, this son who had never existed in his eyes had grown up, and he had grown to the point where he could swallow all his world by himself.

"If you still recognize me as my father, go to that rebellious minister Qian Jiyun and bring me the antidote."

"hehe."

Boss Yan really laughed out loud.

At this time~lightnovelpub.net~ he still thinks that he will find an antidote for him, why does he think so beautifully?

"Father took a few pills of poison, is it one pill or two pills, do you want me to give you two more pills?" He walked towards the old emperor step by step and asked in a sinister tone.

"you…"

The old emperor was taken aback, as if he didn't expect him to ask such a question.

"You actually know, what is that in your hand?"

He sharply saw the third child's hand, holding a porcelain bottle that was exactly the same as the poison Qian Jiyun fed him, and he instinctively backed away in fright.

"Don't...don't come here...get that thing away!"

He was forcibly fed two grains of poison by Qian Jiyun, and he was in pain for an hour just now. He wanted to die countless times, but he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue and kill himself.

When he woke up just now, he also wanted to die, but after thinking about it, he was unwilling.