"Uh-huh...uh-huh..."

Regardless of how shocked and angry Zhang Xiansheng was before he died, Zhong Zizuo, surrounded by guards dressed as embroiderers, walked quickly through the prison passage.

On both sides of the prison passage, the sounds of screams, curses, and screams of collapse could be heard clearly.

Just when Zhong Zizuo was about to walk out of the prison, he suddenly paused and turned around slightly.

The dark and deep prison is like a bottomless pit. Although it cannot be seen clearly, it exudes a frightening and terrifying blood.

Zhong Zizuo raised the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.

This is the power you have...

It’s really mesmerizing!

After a while, Zhong Zizuo turned around and continued to leave, heading towards the Xia Kingdom's palace.

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At this time, the Xia Kingdom's palace was in the palace.

Emperor Xia was leaning on the bed, his cheeks were sunken, and his whole body was so thin that only bones were left. But compared to his previous appearance, which was as breathless and lifeless as before, his face now has a bit more energy, and he can stand in front of him.

With the help of the palace attendant, he sat up.

However, at this time, whether it was the prince Yu Zhaoling who was kneeling in front of the bed to serve him, or the imperial doctor who bowed his head and said nothing, or the clan nobles, civil and military ministers, and palace people who hurriedly came to kneel down in the palace, they all felt in their hearts.

It is clear that this is just a flashback!

Emperor Xia was obviously aware of his situation, so he issued an order to summon all his ministers to the palace for an audience.

Seeing the sad expression in front of him, the change in his aura, the gloomy demeanor of the Crown Prince Yu Zhaoling, who was completely different from the previous one, Emperor Xia couldn't help but feel in a trance.

Vaguely, Emperor Xia seemed to see his old self in Yu Zhaoling.

It's so similar. Whether it's his temper before he ascended the throne or his viciousness and depth when he ascended the throne, they are exactly the same as his own. After asking himself, he chose Yu Zhaoling as his successor. This may not be the reason in his heart...

Thinking of this, Emperor Xia suddenly sighed and said softly:

"Ling'er, I pushed you to this position, but you are dissatisfied in your heart?"

Yu Zhaoling lowered his head and did not reply. But the sinister aura emanating from his body answered the question on his behalf.

If he were asked to choose again now, I am afraid that Yu Zhaoling would rather choose His Highness Prince Qi, who supports each other with his third brother and has a sister who can love him, instead of the current Crown Prince of the East Palace...

When Emperor Xia saw this, he also showed a trace of apology in his eyebrows and said:

"I'm sorry...but if you don't go through this experience and harden your heart and become cold, you will eventually be hurt by that cold and incomparable throne!"

After hearing Emperor Xia's words, Yu Zhaoling finally had some reaction and raised his head slightly, but still just pursed his lips and said nothing.

Emperor Xia couldn't help but take a breath, his brows suddenly became serious, he changed the topic and said:

"Those teams you have in the southwest are all left to you intentionally by me and can be used! The Chao Zhongwen Military Cleanup has removed 70% to 80% of them, but it has made room for your people. You can use them as you wish!"

"Among the remaining people in the court, Situ Meichong has high prestige in the court and can help you stabilize the court situation. Your imperial uncle, Zong Zheng Yu Qifeng, may have a soft temper, but he is a leader in the clan and cannot be difficult to control.

His temperament! Guang Luxun Dong Wei, Wei Wei Yuan Feizhang are my die-hard loyalists, but the first thing you have to do is to replace these two positions with your die-hard loyalties. Ting Wei, Shaofu

Ling Ye is all my people, you can use them with confidence..."

At this time, Emperor Xia rambled on, describing in detail the loyal loyalists he had cultivated over the years, their character, abilities, and positions.

His words were calm and ordinary, but many complicated emotions came to Yu Zhaoling's heart one by one. For a moment, his eyes were red, his face was filled with sadness, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

There is a limit to reflecting on the light. After explaining the affairs of the court, Emperor Xia's breath became extremely weak at this time, but he still kept his spirits up and continued:

"Feng Chu is also one of my people, very capable. You can use him to take charge of the embroidery envoy. If you have any grudges, you might as well change him to someone you trust in the future! There is also Sixi, he has been serving me for many years, although he is not obvious

Mountains and dew, but his cultivation has reached the realm of land gods. With him by your side, you don’t need to worry about assassination..."

Si Xi, an old eunuch on the side, silently came to Yu Zhaoling, leaned towards him, and paid homage to him.

Yu Zhaoling's lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse and low:

"Father, it's better to rest first."

Emperor Xia nodded with great effort and let Yu Zhaoling help him lie down.

The decaying aura lingered on Emperor Xia's face again. Obviously, his time had come.

Emperor Xia glanced at Yu Zhaoling again with eyes full of complex emotions. Nostalgia, regret, unwillingness, guilt... many emotions that were difficult to describe one by one were filled in it.

"Now, although the Yun Kingdom is at its peak, the partisanship between the DPRK and China and the atmosphere of decadence and decadence have all been swept away. I, I believe, I believe in you..."

The words became weaker and weaker, until finally they were inaudible.

Yu Zhaoling closed his eyes, silently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up, and said in a trembling voice to everyone in the hall:

"Emperor Daxing, Long Yu Bintian..."

Suddenly, there was a cry of pain in the palace.

In front of the palace gate, just as Zhong Zizhuo got off his horse, he heard the sound of golden bells ringing suddenly from the drum tower of the palace. In the palace, the sound of crying suddenly sounded.

In the sky above Jinling City, dark clouds gathered in an instant, and a hazy drizzle began to drop, falling on Zhong Zizuo's robe.

At this time, Zhong Zi paused, his face slightly absent-minded, and murmured to himself.

"Emperor Xia passed away..."

The Xia Emperor, who had been in charge of the Xia court for decades and had accumulated great authority, passed away.

At this time, in the line of sight that is difficult for ordinary people to see, above Jinling City, a black dragon with a slightly sluggish momentum was circling and flying, constantly making bursts of wailing sounds.

Most of the wounds that Liu Bowen had cut with his own hands had healed, but on the remaining wounds, there were still traces of the Xia Kingdom's luck, which kept leaving the dragon body and scattered throughout the Xia Kingdom...

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

It feels good to write standing up. Finally I don’t have to write for a while, I can lie down and rest for a while, and I have typed a thousand more words...
Chapter completed!