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"Your Majesty, it is true that you have favored me all these years, but do you truly like me? Or is it merely my appearance that you are fond of?
And what about the Crown Prince? Do you really intend to hand the throne over to him? I doubt it!"
After sharing a bed for so many years, she understood Dugu Han's thoughts well. What he truly desired was to remain on the throne forever.
As for his affection for Dugu Li? Hmph, that was merely superficial.
"In this world, only by possessing supreme power can one freely decide the fate of others. Only by becoming the most esteemed person below can one avoid having to cater to anyone else's whims!"
"Hmph, I never knew you harbored such ambitions, Dugu Li. I have wasted my affection on you all these years."
To be honest, Dugu Li was the child whom Dugu Han had invested the most effort in, yet in the end, it was this very child who first betrayed him.
Dugu Li's fox-like eyes, reminiscent of Queen Wang, narrowed slightly as a hint of disdain curled at the corners of his mouth. "Affection? Hmph, your attention has been on that wild seed Dugu Hao for the past two years.
You care for me while entrusting important matters to him and granting him significant positions? I see that soon enough, I will become a useless Crown Prince, replaced by him!"
Dugu Li could not heed Dugu Han's current words; his heart was set on inheriting the throne.
In recent years, as he watched Dugu Hao achieve more and more accomplishments, many ministers secretly aligned themselves with Dugu Hao. His anxiety grew day by day.
At this point, he felt he must act first. As long as he successfully inherited the emperor's throne, everything would belong to him.
Who would dare oppose him?
As for Dugu Hao? Just a prisoner beneath him; sparing his life would be an act of mercy.
Dugu Li's mind was filled with the image of Dugu Hao kneeling and begging for mercy. At that moment, he could hardly contain his laughter. Dugu Han was gasping for breath, looking as if he might faint at any moment, which brought him great joy.
"Father, if you hand over the throne obediently now, I promise you a leisurely life as your retired emperor. What do you say? Of course, if you refuse to cooperate, then I’ll have no choice but to send you on your way."
Dugu Han looked at this day with a heart full of pain, feeling as if his heart were being cut by a knife. In an instant, his heart hardened: "No way!"
Even though he was at the mercy of others, Dugu Han remained strong and unyielding.
In a corner of the grand hall, Liu Qingxi was completely bewildered. Wow, she really encountered coercion! She had only thought of it casually just now and hadn’t considered it deeply at all.
Listening to the conversation inside, she felt speechless. Was the emperor really betrayed by his son, whom he had cherished for many years? What a failure in life.
While both sides were in a standoff, Liu Qingxi had already begun to think about her escape route.
In the next moment, Dugu Han coughed violently: "Are you trying to kill me? But aren’t you afraid of being criticized by the world?"
"Your Majesty, victors write history. Years from now, who will remember how the current emperor came to power? Even without the imperial seal, with this—what I should do, Your Majesty—you can smoothly pass the throne to your son."
Queen Wang narrowed her enchanting eyes and lightly threatened Dugu Han by his ear.
At the same time, ministers and officials filed in one after another. The first thing that caught their attention was Dugu Li's loyal supporters. As soon as they entered the grand hall, they knelt down: "We implore Your Majesty to pass the throne to the Crown Prince!"
"We implore Your Majesty to pass the throne to the Crown Prince!"
The deafening voices made Dugu Han's face turn even redder. Liu Gonggong beside him couldn't help but scold: "Impudent! The emperor is unwell; please leave quickly with your people, Queen!"
"Hahaha, just a eunuch, what gives you the right to speak to me like that?" Queen Wang said arrogantly, completely disregarding Liu Gonggong.
Indeed, she was currently in high spirits, finally reaping the rewards of years of scheming, as if Dugu Han would breathe his last at any moment.
Behind Dugu Han's rich expressions lay a murky depth; those attending to his every need observed him closely.
In a moment when no one was paying attention, a person in the corner quietly vanished without a trace.
In Hao Wangfu, in the study, a man dressed in black lifted his head from the desk, and a cold glint flashed in his pitch-black eyes.
"Ah, finally unable to hold back?" His expression was as relaxed as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, everything under his control.
Just moments ago, a letter written on yellowed paper appeared before him, stating: Queen Wang and Dugu Li were contacting key officials of the Court, gathering at Yanlong Palace to stage the annual coup drama.
Dugu Hao remained unhurried; Dugu Han was not someone to be underestimated, and he couldn't rush in recklessly.
At the same time, Yang Yichen learned about today's coup through his connections with Inorganic Gate.
In an instant, he felt as if his mind had exploded; he lost the ability to think clearly.
He stumbled forward, his legs weak, and steadied himself by gripping the nearby table.
In those years between life and death, he had never felt such tension; he had endured suffering worse than death but had never felt such pain. Yet Liu Qingxi—
The woman who made his heart race and to whom he had given his true feelings, that girl with large sparkling eyes looking at him.
Why? Why didn’t he stop Liu Qingxi from entering the palace at the beginning? Why?
He slapped himself hard, leaving a five-finger mark on his extraordinarily handsome face.
He had overlooked it; something was clearly off in the court today, and he hadn’t noticed. This mistake was unforgivable, and he could not forgive himself.
Suddenly, he issued an order: “Bring everyone from Inorganic Gate in the capital into action, including my own people.” Anan’s expression turned stern, exuding a chilling aura as she became serious and efficient in her tasks.
In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, orders spread to every hideout in the capital, with only a few simple words: “Equip yourselves, Palace Gate assemble!”
If a special situation truly arose, he wouldn’t hesitate to go all out, wouldn’t mind exposing his identity or risking his life; he would definitely rescue her.
A moment later, in a large corner of the capital or among unnoticed crowds, certain individuals suddenly received orders. Without hesitation, they changed their outfits and rushed to the designated location as instructed.
At this moment, in front of the palace gate, the palace guards and the army outside faced each other with tension. A sea of black filled the view, each equipped with gleaming weapons, led by a general who watched vigilantly, waiting for orders from within.
“Stop!” Yang Yichen waved his hand, and all his subordinates halted to assess the situation ahead.
At this moment, Yang Yichen’s eyes were bloodshot, emanating an icy aura that made him seem like a completely different person from the elegant scholar he usually was.
He stared intently inside; his beloved was within. At this moment, he had no idea what was happening inside. Suddenly, he turned to Anan: “I leave the outside to you!”
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