The entire hall was deathly silent.
Wen Zhiyun's fingertips fell on the eldest prince's wrist, feeling the pulse go from weak to disappearing, he stood up and shook his head.
"Is it really hopeless? It's a toxin, so there should be an antidote. Where's the antidote?" asked the commander of the Imperial Guard.
"Ricinus is highly toxic and can be pierced directly into the body." Wen Zhiyun carefully retreated to a safe area, "His Royal Highness has left."
The man who was vomiting blood just now was lying on the gold bricks, his eyes were lightly closed, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
It was obvious that he was really relieved.
The commander of the Imperial Guard closed his eyes, full of annoyance and self-blame.
Mr. Sun Ge sighed and turned around. Zhu Changyu clenched his fists and breathed. The corners of Chang Yan's eyes were slightly red.
It is still difficult to describe the imperial power as a successful king or a defeated bandit, but a life-and-death contest is more accurate.
Even if the eldest prince does not die in the Fengtian Palace, others will not let him live comfortably in a wealthy county after they ascend the throne.
In other words, as long as the Ju family is around and Concubine Ju's ambition is around, today's scene will happen sooner or later.
"does it worth?"
This question escaped with a sigh again, but it was just asked by Ju Lianruo herself.
She sat dryly in front of Huang Er's body, her original spirit of high spirits was replaced by despair, and there was a hint of whiteness in her black hair, indicating the cruelty of time.
In the past, she always swore that the emperor's waste could cultivate the emperor's grandson. As long as the world was under her control, she would be the biggest winner.
Until the child, who was always useless and always beaten and scolded, lay cold on the ground, her heart suddenly felt hollow and leaking.
No one would call her mother and concubine coquettishly anymore, no one would be cowardly enough to make her love and hate her, and make her rack her brains to help.
She is old, how long can she live?
All this she did was for her children, but now that she had no children, why should she fight?
"It's not worth it." She answered her previous question, struggled to get up from the ground, and fell down again.
"Your Majesty," the palace maid cried, coming over to help her get up.
Ju Liruo waved her hand, "Don't help me, help my child and take him away."
She tried her best to stay upright and dignified as she came, but she couldn't hide the emptiness and indifference inside.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but with every step she took, the black hair on her head turned white by two points, and finally it was gray.
The commander of the Imperial Guard couldn't bear it and stepped forward two steps and said, "Mother, you still have a grandson. One of the eldest prince's cousins is pregnant."
"My son is gone, what grandson do I want?" Ju Liruo said coldly.
The love between people requires a bond, and the bond between ancestors and grandchildren is the father in the middle.
There was no emotion to get along with each other, and now they have lost their bond, so why should they care.
The commander of the Imperial Guard remained silent and could only call two Imperial Guards to carry the eldest prince away in a dignified manner.
When he arrived at Fengtian Temple Square, Ju Lianruo suddenly knelt down on his knees and kowtowed three times in the direction of the Ju family.
"Father, brother, A Ruo can't help you."
"In the past, I would rather be a concubine than marry him. I took the entire Ju family into troubled waters, but I was not even a serious maternal wife. I attracted countless ridicules and lost the dignity of my father and brother."
"A Ruo breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and vowed that the emperor would ascend the throne and that no one would laugh at the Ju family again."
"But now...A Ruo regrets it."
"What love is as strong as gold, and what love is as deep as the sea. In the end, it can never be compared to imperial power, nor can it withstand suspicion."
"If it happens again, A Ruo would rather be the wife of a common man and marry a beggar at the door than enter this imperial city or this harem again."
"A Ruo is sorry for Hong'er, sorry for my father and brother, and even more sorry for the Ju family."
There were so many people around her with different opinions, but she didn't care about anything. She stood up straight and neatly and murmured in a voice that she could only hear, "Aruo will repay you in the next life."
Empress Ju left and returned to her Chengqian Palace. After washing herself, applying makeup on her eyebrows, she put on her favorite dress and swayed on the beam.
The wind blew into the hall and lifted the hem of her clothes, as if she was reading a book, reviewing her strong and stubborn half-life.
This is the end of a generation of beloved concubines.
But the story in Fengtian Temple is not over yet.
The appearance of the commander of the Imperial Guard changed the situation from unfavorable to the prince's advantage.
This means that the entire imperial guard may have come and surrounded the Fengtian Palace.
Especially after the commander of the Imperial Guard saluted the long banquet, the expressions of the people behind the second prince changed drastically.
"I have met His Highness the Crown Prince." The man with a stern look apologized, "I am late, I hope Your Highness is not surprised. Thousands of Imperial Guards are now outside the Fengtian Palace, ready to capture the traitors at any time."
On the day of the Prince's Ceremony, the two princes were plotted, and the identity of the traitors was almost certain.
Zhu Changhong even had a mother who came with help, but Zhu Changyu could only wait to die with his helpers.
The squad leader behind him, Li Qiang, was already trembling, hesitating whether to admit his mistake as soon as possible and seek leniency.
Sure enough, people like this who can be won over are essentially just outsiders.
Zhu Changyu smiled coldly and kicked Li Qiang away.
Dozens of imperial guards can dominate the Fengtian Palace, but they are simply not enough to look at the imperial city.
Li Qiang has lost his role.
"Your Highness!" The commander of the Imperial Guards looked solemnly, waving his hand and leading the Imperial Guards to draw out their sharp blades, "The entire Fengtian Palace has been surrounded, please do not act rashly."
Li Qiang was even more confused. After realizing that he had become an outcast, his face was full of disbelief.
"Surrounded, what next?" Zhu Changyu still looked cold and gloomy, "Are you going to put me in jail, or behead me directly?"
"The eldest brother has fatherly and motherly love, and even if he dies, there will be people who shed tears for him. But as a scoundrel, I deserve to endure a dark and humid life, deserve to be despised by the entire royal family, and deserve to be sent to a remote place to be an unknown person. Prince?"
"My life has been arranged so well." He seemed to be smiling, but also seemed to be crying, "Empress Ju said she would spare my life, and my father also believed that I should not show up, but no one asked me if I would. Willingness to exist.”
"No one asked me...if I would like to live an ignoble existence like a mouse."
They seem to be fighting for imperial power, but in reality they are unwilling to do so.
Concubine Ju is unwilling to accept that her childhood sweetheart's love is stronger than hers, and in the end she can only be a concubine.
Zhu Changyu was unwilling to accept that his fate was set and his life would be bleak.
They want to fight, they want to seize, they want to stand in that supreme position, and they want to be worthy of the hardships in the first half of their lives.
But imperial power has never been related to personal mood. It depends on the vision of the incumbent, the ability of the competitors, and whether this person can lead the dynasty to become strong and leave a mark in the long river of history.
"Your Highness, your mind is twisted. You don't have to sit in that position to be wonderful, nor do you only have to seize the position." The commander of the Imperial Guard rarely gave some advice.
