Two long hours passed, and the absent-minded performance was over.

Those political opponents who were the most enthusiastic in arguing in the past are inevitably a little less excited today. Officials who won the argument are not satisfied, and officials who lost the argument are not depressed.

Han Ling, the eunuch who was the Supervisor of Ceremonies, served before the Emperor Dan and declared: "Retreat from the court!"

From his perspective, the civil and military officials receded like a tide, poured out of Ziji Hall, dispersed into the huge square, and flowed in all directions.

 The only thing that has not changed is the blank space and the black dot in the blank.

 His Majesty the Emperor of Daqi did not say a word.

Han Ling also seems to have become a sculpture.

  It should not have been long, but it feels like it has been a long time.

 The emperor stood up.

Han Ling opened his mouth to shout "Get up!", but the emperor's hand suppressed his voice.

As the eunuch closest to the Emperor of Qi, Han Ling never looked back from the beginning to the end, but he had already swallowed his voice.

 The emperor left the throne and stepped down from the throne.

 It is already Chen hour, which is the time of "morning food". Common people usually have breakfast at this time.

 The sky is already bright.

 The red sun beads hanging in the Ziji Palace have long since shrunk.

 The emperor walked out slowly, and every step seemed to trample the sky under his feet.

 When he finally walked out of Ziji Hall and stood on the high steps.

 In the huge Baishi Square, no one else could be seen except Jiang Wuqi.

His son was naked, kneeling on the ground, with his hair down, looking at him.

 “This child is like me!”

 The emperor suddenly remembered what he had said.

 Then his eyes dropped.

First, he looked at the huge white stone slabs that paved the square in front of him, then at the knees that were close to the ground, then at the naked, thin upper body, and then at the handsome face, if it wasn't for some lingering...

After getting rid of his sick appearance, this face should be even better.

 Jiang Wuqi, naked and with disheveled hair, was kneeling on the ground, looking graceful and elegant.

 The emperor looked into his eyes, and then looked at the piece of white jade in his mouth.

 Having treasures in your mouth is a funeral ritual for nobles.

 Jiang Wuqi means that he is already a dead person.

 Jiang Wuqi should have been a dead person a long time ago.

 Arrived early...while still in the mother's womb.

It was the winter night of the thirty-eighth year of Yuanfeng. Emperor Qi personally led his troops outside to attack and destroy the unconquered ministers.

And Jiang Wuqi's mother, Concubine Lei, was assassinated in the Daqi Palace when she was still pregnant with him. She tried her best to protect her belly before she died.

 When the powerful men in the palace arrived, the assassin had already destroyed himself.

 It has not yet been found out who is the murderer behind the scenes.

When Emperor Qi rushed back, all he saw was the body of Concubine Lei and the caesarean section of the child.

Emperor Qi shed tears and said: "Although my beloved concubine has abandoned me, she has never abandoned my son!"

 Hence the name Wuqi.

Jiang Wuqi suffered a fatal injury when he was still a fetus. The strong man on duty in the palace that night risked his life to save her, thus saving a chance of survival.

 But it is only a glimmer of hope.

Even if Emperor Qi had the power to reach heaven and earth, a newly cut-out baby with insufficient congenital power would not be able to carry out any of his means.

From then on, the frost poison entered his life, and no medicine or stone could cure it. And as he grew older, the frost poison became more severe and the disease penetrated deeper into his life. The director of the Imperial Hospital at that time concluded that the child would not live to be ten years old.

When Jiang Wuqi was nine years old, Emperor Qi wanted to change his blood and bones, reshape him into a new body, and use the secret method of the royal family to remove the frost poison from his life.

At the age of nine, he only asked one question: "After changing my blood and bones, will I still be the prince of Da Qi?"

 The answer is naturally no.

  No matter how much Emperor Qi loved him, he could not exchange the bones and blood of his other children for him.

 So Jiang Wuqi chose to refuse.

He would rather die than live a mediocre life. Even if Jiang Wuqi dies, he will die as a nobleman of Tianhuang.

 Otherwise, why did that woman, his mother, struggle in the cold night for so long?

 Before he was nine years old, he practiced martial arts and kept fit.

 After the age of nine, open the meridians and practice.

His fate is caused by frost poison, which will grow with his cultivation. The stronger he is, the faster he will die. But only by becoming stronger can he have a chance to change his destiny.

 This is a paradox.

 No matter which outcome, it should lead to death.

No one thought he would survive, but he did.

Not only did he survive the catastrophe of ten years old, but he is also alive today.

Not only did he live to this day, he also asked the emperor to personally supervise the construction of the Changsheng Palace for him, making him one of the most promising people in Da Qi to compete for the position of crown prince!

 He has struggled from birth to now.

He was swaying as if he was about to die at any time, but like a candle in the wind that has been swaying for so many years, he is still swaying, and his light is getting more and more dazzling.

 Today Jiang Wuqi is kneeling here to show that he is already a dead man.

How could the Emperor of Da Qi’s heart of being an emperor remain intact?

 The Son of Heaven inherits the mandate of Heaven and governs all peoples, so he is born to be a lonely man.

 But can he really be emotionless?

 The expedition in the 38th year of Yuanfeng's reign was the last personal expedition by Emperor Qi to date.

 He never left Linzi City again after that.

His unpredictable heart as the emperor, has he ever thought about the cold night of that year?

 No courtier dared to stay in the square in front of Ziji Palace.

The Grand Eunuch, the chief eunuch of the Supervisor of Ceremonies, stood silently beside the gate of Ziji Palace, even his breathing was extinguished, and he did not show any sense of existence.

His Majesty, the Emperor of Daqi, walked down the high steps, walked in front of Jiang Wuqi, stretched out his hand, and took away the white jade from his mouth.

Jiang Wuqi grew up soaking in medicine pools and was afraid of the cold. But today he was naked and kneeling outside Ziji Hall, waiting for his hair to fall.

Every gust of cold wind was more painful than a knife cutting flesh for him who was suffering from frost poison.

 But his coughing had stopped before the emperor came out.

 He tried not to cough in front of the emperor.

 Although over the years, the uncontrollable coughing has become his only way to relieve the pain.

 He is a strong person.

At this moment, he pursed his lips and said nothing, but tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

These tears are hot.

 Emperor Daqi held the piece of white jade in his hand and looked at him quietly.

He was silent for a while, and then asked: "Jiang Wuqi, did you order people to assassinate me? Did you send people to Jiuhuihou Lingsi to stain my name with blood?"

Jiang Wuqi shed tears and said: "Although it was not my fault, but... I was guilty of negligence!"

The emperor said quietly: "The state has national laws, and families have family rules. The crime of negligence will not lead to death."

Jiang Wuqi put his hands on the ground, lowered his head, choked with sobs and couldn't speak: "Father..."

 Emperor Da Qi turned his hand and said, "I accept this piece of jade."

 Then he waved his sleeves, turned around and strode away.

Han Ling hurriedly followed.

He shouted: "Get up and drive!"
Chapter completed!