The villain who defeated the son of destiny was my father

Chapter 217 The Fate of the 95th Lord

In the imperial study, candles were lit brightly, making the room as bright as day.

The old emperor sat in front of the desk, his face old but majestic, his hand writing red ink non-stop, concentrating on handling the piles of official business. His eyes were sharp, revealing shrewdness and wisdom, without any trace of the fatigue and laziness that was rumored to be revealed due to his obsession with women.

"Your Majesty is as wise as a god. The imperial concubine has sent people to kidnap the fifth prince, and they are about to arrive at the city gate." The leader of the imperial guards knelt on one knee, his posture straight, and reported respectfully.

The old emperor gently put down his pen and sighed, "It's not that I predict things, it's all thanks to Lord Qu. If he hadn't left three magic bags before he left, I'm afraid I would be trapped in the current situation."

Two of the three magic bags have been opened, and the last one cannot be opened unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine..." The leader of the Imperial Guards was still kneeling on the ground. He raised his head slightly and looked at the old emperor, waiting for the next instruction.

The old emperor snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness, "Hmph, what imperial concubine? She is nothing but a spy sent by the enemy country. At first, I pretended to please her and played this trick with her because I thought she was still useful. Now that the overall situation has been decided and it is time to close the net, she has no value in existence and cannot be kept!"

"Yes!"

The leader took the order and retreated.

The old emperor buried himself in a mountain of memorials, and before he knew it, a long time had passed.

The candlelight on the table flickered, making his shadow appear longer and shorter.

After marking papers for a long time, he felt sleepiness coming over him like a tide. The fatigue quickly spread throughout his body, and even the hand holding the pen was shaking slightly.

At this time, the chief eunuch seemed to understand the emperor's intention and walked in lightly, holding a silver tray.

On the tray, there was a plate of raw meat slices with a bright red color. The cold air was rising in wisps. Under the candlelight, the bloodstains remaining on the meat slices were faintly visible.

"This meat looks even less appetizing." The old emperor raised his eyes and casually glanced at the raw meat on the plate, his brows slightly furrowed, his tone revealing obvious displeasure.

Upon seeing this, the chief eunuch immediately put on a flattering smile on his face and gently advised: "Your Majesty, you should use at least a little. When the Prime Minister returns triumphantly, you won't have to endure the pain of eating raw food every day."

The old emperor looked tired and uninterested, but when he thought about the fact that raw meat was related to longevity, after hesitating for a moment, he finally picked up the chopsticks, picked up the meat slices, dipped it casually in the seasoning, and then swallowed it down with difficulty.

As he swallowed with difficulty, he looked solemn and worried as he said, "The Prime Minister has been ordered to travel a long distance this time. He has been exhausted and shouldered a heavy responsibility. The situation at the border is complicated. He must not only properly handle border affairs, but also..."

At this point, the old emperor paused for a moment, sighed heavily, and stopped talking. His deep eyes were filled with worry that was difficult to conceal.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's current condition is not optimistic. He is already on the verge of madness. You see..." The chief eunuch bent his body slightly, his eyes fixed on the old emperor's expression, his tone full of caution, for fear of saying a wrong word.

When the old emperor heard this, his originally straight back suddenly seemed to be crushed by the heavy burden and bent slightly. In an instant, he seemed to have aged several years.

His eyes dimmed, and he spoke slowly, "Since the prince was born, I have asked an expert to predict his fate. The expert said that although the prince enjoys wealth and honor, his life span is short and he is destined to die young. Over the years, I have tried my best to ask the prime minister to find a way to prolong his life, which is why he has barely managed to survive until now. Now, if he can survive this life-and-death disaster, my throne will naturally be his. But if he can't make it, it will be God's will. I have done my best for him."

After saying this, the old emperor sighed, his face full of helplessness and fatigue.

"Your Majesty, please do not worry too much. The Prime Minister is resourceful and capable. With the Prime Minister in charge of this matter of exchanging lives, Your Highness the Crown Prince is blessed with good fortune and will surely survive this disaster safely." The eunuch chief smiled and his voice was full of flattery.

Hearing this, the old emperor's expression eased a little, but then, as if he remembered something unpleasant, his face was instantly covered with gloom, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, "The son born by that lowly maid was born with the fate of being the emperor. This should be the destiny of the prince alone! He doesn't even look at his own identity, and dares to covet the throne. It's simply wishful thinking! When Qu Aiqing returns, successfully complete the life exchange, this child must not be kept!"

"Your Majesty, calm down! The more powerful Prince Li is now, the more beneficial it will be to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince after his life is changed." The chief eunuch flattered and comforted him, "You are the emperor, and only the heir you choose can be the crown prince. Prince Li is so audacious that he even harbors a rebellious heart. He deserves death."

"Well, I'll let that evil creature run rampant for a while longer. Everything is for my son." Over the years, he has worked painstakingly and carefully, and everything he did was for his legitimate son to sit firmly on the throne and enjoy the honor.

The chief eunuch saw that the plate was empty, picked it up carefully, and was about to bow and leave.

The old emperor stopped him and ordered, "Prepare another plate and send it to the prince. Make sure he eats it."

"Your Majesty..." The eunuch chief was embarrassed, frowning, and after hesitating for a long time, he replied tremblingly, "Forgive me for being frank, but Wu Xinkui is now exhausted and I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to prepare a plate of meat."

An icy smile appeared on the old emperor's face, that smile was like the cold frost in December, chilling people. "How can the son of destiny die so easily? Even if there is no extra flesh on his body, there are still tendons to be pulled out, bones to be removed, and marrow to be dug out! I don't believe that a living person can't make up a meal for my son!" As he spoke, his eyes were sinister, revealing the emperor's ruthlessness and determination.

In this world where imperial power is supreme, how can there be two tigers in one mountain?

As the king of a country, ruling the whole world, how could he tolerate a so-called son of destiny created by heaven who threatens his position and that of the crown prince?

Now that this son of destiny has appeared in the world, he can only become a "meal" for them to consolidate their royal power.

"Yes, I obey your command." The eunuch chief was frightened by the old emperor's ruthlessness. He trembled all over. He bowed hurriedly and retreated hurriedly, fearing that if he was a step late, he would be affected by this tremendous anger.

After the chief eunuch left, the old emperor slowly stood up and walked to the window with heavy steps.

Outside the window, the night is deep and the vast night sky is like a huge piece of black silk, covering the entire imperial city.

The old emperor gazed quietly at the night sky, his eyes filled with complex emotions: worry, expectation, and a hint of unspeakable uneasiness.

After a long while, he slightly opened his lips and whispered, "Prime Minister, the lives of me and the prince now depend on you. This journey has been difficult and dangerous, you must return safely and live up to my trust..."

The sound floated in the silent night sky, blending into the vast night with endless expectations.