Although the Daxia Dynasty has become history, they always have the spirit of the Daxia Dynasty.

The wind and rain outside the hall is bleak.

The candles sway in the hall.

Wen Zidi walked off the dragon chaise, walked barefoot, and looked back in a daze.

Wen Zichun was wearing a dragon robe and sat on the dragon throne with satisfaction on his face, right where he was just now.

"You dream of sitting on this chair."

"I'm no longer afraid of you."

"I...reconciled."

After Wen Zidi said this, he started to laugh.

He smiled happily.

Wen Zichun knew that he had no hope of fighting for the throne, so he wanted to use his death to add a shameful mark to Wen Zidi's reputation.

Wen Zidi used to care a lot.

But now, he saw it.

The past is like a passing cloud, and after death, it is transcends the past and ends the past.

The next second,

Wen Zidi lay in the hall and closed his eyes forever.

The picture turned black and several lines of golden characters appeared.

[In the eleventh year of Emperor Wu, Wen Zidi died. During his reign of more than ten years, the country was prosperous and prosperous, and an unprecedented prosperous era appeared, which was known as the Wu prosperous era in history.]
Chapter completed!