(Quick Wear) Baby You Are With The Wrong Person

Chapter 301

​‍‌​‍‌☆, Emperor's Policy 22

Xiao Yu knew what these people were thinking. He had not closed his eyes for two days and one night. When he heard footsteps coming from the inner room, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes. : "How is it?"

　The imperial doctor bowed slightly, not daring to express his anger: "I have given the saint acupuncture, and the saint... is getting better." After saying this, he felt even more frightened. The imperial doctor was not a fool either. The emperor was indeed seriously injured, but not to the point of death. The point is, does the person in front of him want the emperor to live or die?

　"I know," after a long time, he heard the regent say calmly, and there was no hint of joy or anger in the voice, "Come back tomorrow."

　"Yes." The imperial doctor quickly stepped back and left the dormitory as if he had been granted amnesty. Before, he secretly glanced at the man sitting there. His face was expressionless, as if separated by a layer of illusory fog, cold and unpredictable. Immediately, he stood up and walked into the inner room. The imperial doctor did not dare to look any further and quickly withdrew.

　In the inner room, several maids were guarding the bedside. When they heard the footsteps of the regent entering, Linxia, ​​who was headed by him, felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. But she couldn't resist. Before the regent showed his fangs, everything she did might push the emperor into a worse abyss. So when she heard Xiao Yu order them all to leave, she glanced at the unconscious girl on the bed worriedly and left quietly.

　Xiao Yu sat down by the bed. The little man who was buried under the Jinyin embroidered mattress seemed to look better than the day before. Xiao Yu still remembered that when she fell into his arms that day, her breath was weak. He almost thought she would not survive. How did he feel at that time? In fact, now that he thinks about it, he can no longer remember it clearly. He was just so scared, so helpless, and so...angry.

　Why rush over, why save him! Even if he wanted her to die, he didn't want it to be like this.

　Yes, from a very early stage, he was planning how to kill her. At that time, Xiao Yu didn't know she was a woman. Even if he found out later, he didn't change his mind. He did have that inexplicable feeling for her, but so what, she was that person's bloodline and the one sitting on the throne, so she had to die.

　He wants to take back everything that belongs to him, and anyone who stands in his way will be swept away by him without mercy.

　Fourteen years, exactly fourteen years. Hatred has not faded in the past fourteen years, but has fermented day by day, becoming an obsession rooted in Xiao Yu's bloodline. Perhaps at certain times, he had wavered, and more than once. But he would never forget the bloody sky and the tragic scene.

　"Maybe I shouldn't have saved him at that time." Xiao Yu still remembered that when he was seven years old, Ning Zong thought he was asleep one day and said to his confidant eunuch, "To cut off the grass, you must remove the roots. This principle I don't understand, but..."

　"Ke Qilang is only five years old, still a child," Ning Zong's confidant eunuch said, "You have a kind heart and are Qilang's savior. He will not be ungrateful." "

　The savior..." Ning Zong smiled bitterly, "But the one who killed his parents was his father, and we are his enemies."

　Yes, a blood feud. If it weren't for this sudden coup, his life would never have slipped to this painful and lonely end. From then on, there was nothing left, except his father, mother, grandfather... and those who killed his closest relatives were once his close and cherished relatives.

　Few people in this world know that he was once called Xiao Xi.

　It is a customary rule of the royal family that descendants of the imperial line have different naming methods from other lineages. This is to avoid taboos and is also a symbol of supremacy. So it is called "Xi", the sun is the most brilliant.

　Both his grandfather and his father had high hopes for him. He never doubted that the world would be his, and his father would be the one to sit in that position. But how can there be absolutes in this world? Brothers from the same origin will draw swords against each other, and they will no longer cherish the affection of their parents.

　In fact, he doesn't like the feeling of holding power at all, because he knows that power is the most terrifying thing, and everything is vulnerable to power.

　But he understood it too late, and his father also understood it too late.

　It doesn't matter, since everything is lost, I will take it back. No matter how long it takes, no matter how difficult it is, I will take it all back as is.

　Xiao Yu began to hide his talents and bide his time. He was indeed extremely smart. A five-year-old child knew what it meant to be clumsy. Ningzong rescued him from the knife and begged Guangzong, who had ascended the throne at that time, to spare the child's life. He acted like he was frightened and could not remember anything, and relied heavily on Ningzong. But he knew that Ning Zong was on guard against him. Although Ning Zong saved his life, raised him in the palace, studied and practiced martial arts, and treated him unfairly, Ning Zong never let down his guard against him.

　So he became even more unbearable. At first he was timid and cowardly, unable to even speak clearly. Ning Zong sent his confidants to monitor him. The confidants reported that on the night of Guangzong's death, the young highness was ignorant and had no words. Strangely, I was so frightened by the cat in the garden that I cried.

　No one knows for whom his tears are shed. This is retribution. He hid behind the flower pot and cried loudly, never looking in the direction of Tai Chi Palace. In that majestic palace, the emperor who had just ascended the throne for half a year passed away. This is retribution.

　And those retributions seemed to be continuing bit by bit. A few years after Guangzong passed away, his youngest son, King Yan, also died suddenly. King Yan had no heirs, leaving only an orphan girl, and this line of inheritance was completely cut off. . When the news came, Xiao Yu was making a big fuss in the imperial garden. Everyone in the palace knew that this young highness was naughty and uneducated, so no one dared to offend him, so he had no scruples and laughed arrogantly, but tears seemed to well up in his eyes.

　It's good to die. Another one dies. One day, I will let none of you stay.

　But on the night of Ning Zong's death, he didn't seem as happy as he imagined. At that time, he had already left the palace and opened a palace, leaving behind a reputation as a libertine that was ridiculed by everyone in Liang Jing. A heavy bell sounded from the palace, ninety-nine and eighty-one strokes, and the mountains collapsed.

　During these long ten years, he even thought that those hatreds had faded. When he saw that Ning Zong's descendants were so few and far between, and his close relatives were withering away, he even thought about letting it go. Until the anzi he placed next to Ning Zong told him: "Before the late emperor passed away, he once asked the saint to swear in front of his bed that the bloodline of the emperor must be passed on to the throne, especially... the throne must not be allowed to fall. In your hands. The late emperor said that these were the last words left by Emperor Guangzong before his death."

　"Really?" He just replied lightly. His confidants looked up at him secretly, only to find that his face was cruel and lifeless. people.

　How cruel and dark this was. They took away everything from him, and they would never let him go until they died. Take it back, he told himself, and from today on, he will never waver in the slightest.

　The ticking sound of the copper kettle in the corner woke him up from his long memories. Xiao Yu sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the sleeping little face. The fair and slender neck was exposed from the skirt of the clothes. It was so slender and fragile that it would be completely severed with just a pinch.

　Hula, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, causing the candlelight to sway. He stretched out his hands and put them on his thin neck.