Yi Xin as a concubine

Chapter 190 Complete chaos

After the court official entered, he lowered his head and did not look at anyone inside. He walked tremblingly and cautiously to the dragon bed and examined the old emperor diligently and responsibly.

During the quarter of an hour when the hospital was conducting the inspection, one could hear a pin drop in the bedroom.

A quarter of an hour later, the old man fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead hitting the ground heavily, and he bowed deeply. When he looked up again, he was in tears.

"The oil is exhausted and the lamp is exhausted, there is nothing we can do to save the situation."

The old man's voice was sonorous and powerful, with sadness and determination, as if these were the last words he would say in his life.

As the old man finished his words, the crying sounds inside and outside the bedroom finally drowned out the heavy rain outside.

The old emperor was still unable to speak, his cloudy eyes weakly scanning the people in the room, the first thing he saw was a group of beautiful girls, standing there seductively, tears rolling down their delicately made-up faces, but there was not much sadness in their eyes, he looked away with disgust.

His gaze continued to wander. The prince's family gathered outside the crowd. There was no sadness or joy in the eyes of the eldest son and grandson. Among the four, only little Yuan'er had sadness in her eyes. She leaned in her mother's arms and shed tears silently.

The ones crying the loudest were the two pairs of mother and child beside the bed. The old emperor took a look and felt annoyed by the crying, but not at all comforted.

At that moment, the old emperor was suddenly overcome with sorrow, and the little light left in his eyes slowly dimmed. He was unwilling to see the hypocrisy in the room anymore.

He slowly moved his head, looking for someone who could pass on the message to him. The moment his eyes fell on the end of the bed, he suddenly saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. He became excited and stretched out his arm tremblingly, trying to point in that direction with difficulty.

Qin Mo admitted that he did it on purpose. He jumped out intentionally the moment the old emperor looked over. It is said that a dying person will recall his past life. He wanted to see if this old thief who caused his family to be destroyed and separated from his sister for many years would be scared to death.

Qiu He had been with the old emperor for many years and could be said to be the person who knew him best. Seeing his excitement, he quickly squeezed through the crowd and came to the bed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please don't worry, take care of yourself! I will serve you, whatever you want, I will get it for you."

The old emperor's mouth trembled with excitement, his eyes were fixed on the end of the bed, and there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Qin Mo took advantage of everyone's eyes being on the old emperor and deliberately revealed a pair of eyes full of mockery and hatred. The moment their eyes met, he clearly saw the fear and regret in the old emperor's eyes.

Qin Mo sneered, withdrew his gaze, and felt a chill in his heart.

"How can someone who has done evil all his life feel remorse?"

The old emperor was already at the end of his strength, and after being stimulated by Qin Mo, it was even worse. His face was livid and ferocious, his hands were grasping unconsciously, his mouth was opening and closing, and his throat was whirring like a bellows, but he couldn't utter a complete syllable.

The madness before his death frightened all the concubines and children so much that they dared not approach him. Even the two pairs of mothers and children who cried the loudest retreated in fear.

Only Qiu He knelt at the head of the bed, crying and shouting, "Your Majesty, take care of yourself!"

As the saying goes, "A dying man's words are the best." The old emperor had spent half his life in military service and was once a respected hero. Even in the second half of his life, when he committed many sins, he still lived a life of luxury, held great power, and was able to make things happen at will.

But now he was lying on the bed, with only an old eunuch guarding by his bed. The prince behind the crowd watched all this silently, and suddenly felt the same way. Thinking of the warmth and coldness of human nature after his own difficulties, he couldn't help feeling sad.

"Master Yuanzheng, can you help my father wake up?"

This question broke the strange atmosphere in the bedroom, and everyone who was busy acting could finally breathe a sigh of relief. For a moment, except for the old emperor who made a "huffing and puffing" sound, everyone fell silent.

The old court official still did not raise his head, but remained in a kneeling position. He turned half a circle on the spot, kowtowed in the direction of the prince, and remained in a kneeling position. He said, "There is a way. Silver needles can be used to stimulate your majesty's potential, but with your majesty's current health, I'm afraid you only have a few breaths of time."

The prince's eyes swept across everyone's faces. Everyone avoided his gaze and no one said a word. The mockery on their lips became more and more intense. It seemed that they were all waiting for him to be the bad guy.

"Let's go ahead. I guess father doesn't want to leave in such a chaotic way." The prince said indifferently.

"Your Highness." Qiu He looked at the prince worriedly, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

The prince laughed suddenly, and his laughter was very hearty and very inappropriate.

"You are a loyal person, and your father should be pleased."

The laughter stopped, and he said to the hospital director in a dignified voice: "Treat him!"

After more than a dozen silver needles were inserted, the old emperor gradually calmed down. When the last needle was inserted, the director was already sweating profusely. He did not dare to stay for a moment and left the bedroom at the fastest speed in his life.

After being in the imperial palace for many years, his lofty ambitions had long been worn away. He learned without any instruction to listen less, ask less, and protect himself.

"His Majesty."

"Father."

"Grandpa Huang."

The moment Yuanzheng left, there was a sudden noise in the bedroom. The prince looked at this group of shameless villains coldly, and took two steps back with his family. He had already seen through the corners of these people's mouths, they were indecisive, they changed their attitude according to the situation, and they would not do anything without profit.

The old emperor, who had just woken up, frowned and looked displeased because of the noise.

"What are you arguing about?" However, his voice was hoarse and weak, and could not drown out the voices of the crowd.

I was startled when the voice came out. I just felt relaxed all over, a feeling I haven't had in days. I thought I was fine, but it turned out to be just an illusion.

His heart sank again and again, and the light that had just risen in his eyes dimmed again. It turned out that even with supreme authority, he still could not fight against life.

He looked at his eldest son who was in the corner, who was giving orders just now but now fell behind with a mocking look on his face. Another figure slowly appeared in front of him. It was his wife when he was young, bright and generous, cheerful and capable.

"Do you regret this life? Do you feel ashamed?"

He heard the woman ask him in a low voice, her expression neither sad nor happy, without love or hate, her tone neither high nor low, without any ups and downs.

It's not that that person didn't want him a long time ago, no, it's that he didn't want her. He hated her for meddling in his affairs, and despised her for being only interested in power and authority and completely lacking in tenderness.

He lost her, lost his home, and now he was afraid he would lose his country.

"Yan'er."

These were the last two words left by the old emperor. He was not asking who he wanted to meet, nor was he asking who would assist in the administration, nor was he appointing anyone to take over the throne.

It's like an extremely tired old man who has worked hard all his life and can finally take a rest and sleep until the end of time.

Qin Mo wiped away a tear that had fallen from the corner of his eye, and looked at the old man who died peacefully with resentment, "It's really a good thing for him. A person like him who has committed so many evil things should die miserably, with his body exposed in the wilderness and eaten by wild dogs. Maybe this can ease his hatred."

He didn't dare to watch any further, for he was afraid that he would not be able to resist and would whip the corpse, so he left the bedroom silently.

The old emperor died suddenly without leaving a single word. He was afraid that there would be a tough battle to fight next, so he decided to discuss it with his cheap cousin.

Now he also has brothers and sisters. Thinking of this, the violent emotions in his heart finally eased a lot.

In the bedroom, watching the old emperor breathe his last, Noble Concubine Xie was so angry that she almost bit her teeth off. Then she took the equally dumbfounded Fifth Prince and turned away without any reluctance.

The Crown Princess was even more angry and cried for a long time, hoping to get a last word from the old emperor. However, the old man didn't even look at them. The hatred in his eyes almost solidified. He glanced at the crown prince in the corner, cursed him as a "waste" in his heart, and left with his son without looking back.

The ones who had made the most noise had left. The second prince and the third prince looked at each other and ran out together, as if they would get some benefits if they ran out a second earlier.

When Qiu He returned with the news of the death, he saw a group of palace concubines huddled together with listless looks on their faces, with only confusion but no sadness. The other princes were nowhere to be found, leaving only the crown prince and his family of four.

"Your Highness..." Qiu He bowed and wanted to say something.

"Qiu He, ask the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the emperor's funeral. Keep everything simple. After a few days of hard work, and the emperor's burial, you... run for your life!"

Qiu He stared blankly at the family of four walking away, his vision blurred by tears. He had accompanied the old emperor in doing so many evil things in his life. Where could he escape to?

"Your Majesty, this palace is about to be in chaos. After you are buried, this old slave will continue to serve you."