Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

Yan Donghuang closed his eyes tiredly, his mind was groggy, but he always felt that there were many things that were not explained.

In fact, there was no need to explain too much, Yaoguang understood.

He had been with her for so long, he knew what she cared about most, and he also understood her intention of letting him succeed to the throne.

There was only one throne, she had to decide who to give it to, instead of letting them compete, otherwise it might lead to them killing each other.

She admitted that she was selfish, knowing Feng Yaoguang's feelings for her, and using her feelings to trap him on the throne to continue her unfinished responsibilities.

He knew what to do and what not to do.

It was a pity that Xie Yunjian was so devoted, she probably couldn't wait until he came back...

The suppressed crying echoed in his ears, everyone was shouting for the emperor, but more of them were the crying voices of women.

Yan Donghuang's mind was a little fuzzy, was she dead?

This crying sound didn't seem right.

Why were there so many women?

After her death, the ones who cried the most should be her seven generals...

"I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?" A weak but powerful voice sounded in her ears, "Donghuang, you stay, everyone else go out!"

Yan Donghuang was startled and subconsciously raised her eyes to look.

At that moment, she thought she was dreaming.

What did she see?

The father, who had passed away three years ago, was leaning against the bed and looking at her. His face was sick and haggard, but he couldn't hide the strong pressure of the emperor.

She thought it was her hallucination, and turned her head involuntarily, and then she saw many familiar faces.

The Queen Mother who was closest to her - now still the Defei, showed her a motherly smile of comfort and comfort when she stood up.

The Xianfei, the Guifei, and other familiar or unfamiliar concubines, their expressions were pale and complicated, with trepidation, fear, and resentment.

The emperor brothers followed and left.

Yan Donghuang was shocked. Did she dream of a palace coup, or was she living in a dream?

"Donghuang." A gentle voice sounded in her ears, "Father is calling you."

Yan Donghuang turned to look at the man who spoke.

Yan Ming, Yan Ming who had not yet ascended the throne, was the second prince of the dynasty and was named King Jing.

At this time, he was only 22 years old, and he looked really young and elegant.

His expression was so gentle and friendly, his eyes were open and bright, without any calculation, as if he really treated Yan Donghuang as his own sister.

Even though he knew his true nature, Yan Donghuang still felt that the look in his eyes at this time was perfect and impeccable.

So can a person's disguise really be so perfect?

Yan Donghuang unconsciously clenched his hands, suppressed the deep hatred in his heart, withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, turned his head to look at his father in the inner hall, and then stood up and walked towards the inner hall.

Yan Ming was startled, looking at the somewhat abnormal Yan Donghuang, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

What happened to her?

From the outer hall to the inner hall, it was only a short distance of more than 20 steps. Yan Donghuang's heart was in a thousand circles, and the hand hanging by her side quietly pinched her thigh.

She felt a clear pain, and she instantly realized that she was not dreaming.

She really went back to the past, back to the time when Yan Ming had not yet ascended the throne and her father had not yet passed away.

Today is the day to decide the crown prince.

At this moment, Yaoguang's desperate roar suddenly appeared in her ears, "Why can't you go against the will of heaven?!"

She thought she couldn't, but she didn't expect such a weird thing to happen to her... So was it God who heard Yaoguang's roar and fulfilled their wish?

"Donghuang." Emperor Wu Lie, who was leaning against the bed, saw her strange expression and couldn't help wondering, "What's wrong?"

Yan Donghuang took a deep breath, walked to the bed and knelt down, looking at his father's loving and trusting eyes, guilt and self-blame surged in his heart: "Father..."

"What's wrong?" Emperor Wu Lie sat up hurriedly, "Who bullied you?"

Yan Donghuang lowered his eyes and said sadly: "I am sad to see my father like this."

Emperor Wu Lie breathed a sigh of relief: "Move the stool over there, let's talk father and daughter."

Yan Donghuang hummed, got up, moved the stool to the bed, and slowly sat down.

"I don't have much time left. I want to talk to you about the issue of succession." Emperor Wu Lie's voice was weak, and his eyebrows and eyes showed his old age and fatigue. "The prince is not ambitious and has done things that humiliate the royal family. He is destined to have no chance of inheriting the throne. Time is running out. Before I can appoint a new prince, my body is getting worse... Donghuang, do you have a candidate in mind?"

This sentence entered the eardrum, and a sharp pain suddenly passed through the lungs.

Yan Donghuang's face was pale. Thinking of the consequences of choosing the wrong person last time, hatred came over him. He hated himself for being blind and hated that person for being unkind.

She pursed her lips and looked at the emperor silently. After a moment, she asked, "Who do you think the throne should be passed to?"

Emperor Wu Lie frowned, "I'm asking what you think."

Yan Donghuang lowered his eyes, "Do you think a woman is qualified to inherit the throne?"

Emperor Zhao Lie was startled, and there seemed to be an unusual light in his eyes, "You mean..."

Yan Donghuang stood up and knelt down. His voice was calm but contained a power that could not be ignored, "Your son is willing to take on the important task."

Emperor Zhaolie looked happy and surprised when he heard this, but also a little worried: "For so many years, I have witnessed your changes with my own eyes, and I have regretted countless times in my heart. How great would it be if you were a man? I don't even need to think about it, the throne belongs to you... But you are a girl, and daughters have never had the possibility of inheriting the country. Donghuang, do you know how much resistance and pressure you will face if I issue this decree?"

Yan Donghuang said calmly: "Your son is not afraid."

Emperor Wulie said with heartache: "I will die, no matter how outrageous the edict of succession seems to outsiders, they can't do anything to me, but you... You will face a lot of dissatisfaction, crusades, and even loyal ministers threatening to die..."

"Father forgot that your son has military power." Yan Donghuang looked at him calmly, "Your son is not afraid of any means."

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