The moon is hidden and the stars are sparse, the branches of the dead trees are trembling, the cold is strong, and the red paint is peeling off the walls. In the quiet night, the palace of Prince Gan is busy all the time.

There were constant coughs in the room. After the violent cough, the former Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi, now the Prince of Gan, took a deep breath. However, he felt his chest was heavy and his throat was slightly sweet. He couldn't help but lean on the bedside and vomit blood.

.

Princess Zhang of Gan quickly caught the blood with a basin to prevent all the blood from spraying on her prince. She used her warm jade hands to hold the cold and fat hand of King Gan. Although it seemed calm, everyone could feel it.

His inner struggle and desolation.

Although she was filled with grief in her heart, Mrs. Zhang still managed to squeeze out a smile and said gently: "Your Majesty, it's okay, it's okay. I'm with you, and our son is too. You'll be fine.

, spit it out, it’ll be fine after you spit it out.”

The dying Zhu Gaochi said weakly: "Zhan... Zhan Ji... Dad has something to tell you."

Mrs. Zhang looked at her son who was sitting beside him. Zhu Zhanji was sitting next to him without saying a word, with a gloomy face and an enchanting aura all over his body, like a ghost in a dream, with pure black eyes.

After hearing his father's voice, Zhu Zhanji walked over and bowed slightly: "Dad, my son is here."

Zhu Gaochi glanced at Zhu Zhanji and took a deep breath: "Kneel down!"

Zhu Zhanji did not hesitate and immediately knelt in front of the bed.

Zhu Gaochi tried hard to lift his hand, but he couldn't move it. He was so weak that he could only say to Zhang: "You, slap him for me."

Although Mrs. Zhang was puzzled, seeing how weak Prince Gan was, even though she couldn't bear it, she still had to be cruel and slap her own son's face hard.

The slap sounded in the room. Zhu Zhanji's face turned red from the slap, but he remained silent.

"Look at how sick your father is. He is vomiting blood all night long. Why can't you let your father have some peace of mind?"

Mrs. Zhang pointed at her son and scolded her, "Our family has no other thoughts. We just want to live a happy life. It's better for you. Look at you. Ever since you grew up in the past two years, you haven't done anything."

Let your father worry less!"

"It's all because of your rebellious nature that your father is as ill as he is now!"

She wanted to say something more, but Zhu Gaochi shook his head.

He didn't have much time left, and he wanted to finish these last few words to Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Gaochi turned his head and looked at his son: "Did you send someone to assassinate your fourth uncle?"

Mrs. Zhang stood up suddenly and looked at Zhu Zhanji in disbelief.

Zhu Zhanji tilted his head slightly: "Dad, how did you know?"

Zhu Gaochi asked: "Don't worry about how I knew it, tell me first if you did it!"

"In the imperial army of the Twelve Guards, there are people we cultivated in the past. They are buried very deep. No one knows except you and me, father and son. Our chess pieces are also hidden in the palace. Now is the fourth uncle's weakest moment.

, I sent the soldiers I raised to take his life."

Zhu Zhanji shrugged, "I'm living like a zombie now. Even if I fail, I might as well die. In short, I don't want to die so useless like you."

Zhu Gaochi was so angry that his chest burned like a raging fire, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Confused!"

"You have grown up now. It's amazing. Even I, the father, can't control you anymore. You are lawless and do whatever you want. I thought that the two years in Jiangxi could sharpen your temperament, but I didn't expect that you would become more and more serious.

You are becoming more and more fierce, and you dare to kill your own uncle, you are not my son!"

He clapped his big hand, and in an instant a dozen tall and strong men rushed out.

Before Zhu Zhanji could recover, he was already pushed to the ground.

He raised his head and looked at his father in confusion: "Dad, what do you mean?"

Mrs. Zhang also looked at Zhu Gaochi with confusion. She suddenly felt that her husband and son were stranger than ever before.

Zhu Gaochi lightly covered his mouth and nose, looked at Zhu Zhanji, and said calmly: "You don't need to call me dad, I am not your dad, and you are not my son."

"You have become a demon. If I keep you, after I die, you will definitely harm the court and the people. Today, before I die, I will kill my relatives out of justice and eliminate this hidden danger of yours!"

He waved his hand and said, "Take him to Beijing and bring him before the emperor, so that the emperor can punish him."

More than ten strong men were all Zhu Gaochi's confidants. They only listened to his orders and immediately escorted the prince away.

But Zhu Zhanji struggled to stand up. He glanced coldly at his father lying on the couch and said calmly: "I can walk by myself."

He fluttered his sleeves and left. The dozen or so strong men looked at each other and then at Zhu Gaochi.

The Prince of Gan on the couch nodded slightly, trying to show respect to his son.

…

When only Zhu Gaochi and Mr. and Mrs. Zhang were left in the room, he could no longer hold back and started vomiting blood again.

Mrs. Zhang didn't have time to think too much, so she used a basin to catch the blood, feeling very distressed: "Why are you doing this? I don't care about face, but I know that you value him more than your own life."

"Are you asking why I should hand him over to the old man?"

After Zhu Gaochi finished vomiting, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said slowly, "You are right, I do value him more than my life."

Zhang finally couldn't help but asked: "Then why did you..."

Zhu Gaochi raised his hand to interrupt: "It is precisely because I value him more than my life that I want to hand him over to the old man!"

"If you want to keep Zhan Ji alive, there is only one way to go!"

He sighed and said, "Do you think he can kill his fourth uncle? His fourth uncle is such a great person. Even in my heyday, I couldn't defeat his fourth uncle. Just because I am limited now

Can a local Zhanji defeat his fourth uncle?"

"Stop dreaming. It's not like Zhan Ji doesn't understand this truth. He already understood this truth when he lost his position as grandson and was sent to Jiangxi."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "He is begging for death now. Zhanji is a strong boy. He is not willing to die a coward like me. If he wants to die, he must die.

Bloody."

"His fourth uncle is the most ruthless person I have ever met. Thinking that we are brothers from the same mother and thinking that they are all the direct descendants of Queen Xu, he saved our family's life, but he also

That's all. Zhan Ji doesn't want his own life and wants to fight his fourth uncle to the end. Do you think his fourth uncle will let him live?"

Mrs. Zhang was a little puzzled: "Then how do you want to save Zhanji? Zhanji himself has already begged for death, how can we hold him?"

Zhu Gaochi smiled miserably and said, "I want to exchange my life for Zhan Ji's."

"The only person who can make his fourth uncle feel soft-hearted is the late Empress Xu, who is our common mother. As long as I die, his fourth uncle will be moved. For the sake of Empress Xu, I will send Zhanji to him

If you let him ask questions, his fourth uncle will not have murderous intentions."

"At most, it means that Zhan Ji will be deposed as a commoner, and at least Zhan Ji's life will be preserved."

"Use my life as a tactic in exchange for Zhanji's life."

Zhang was silent for a long time, and then asked slowly: "As you said just now, Zhan Ji wanted to die on his own. If he knew that he was going to be deposed as a commoner, would he be willing to do so?"

"He will stop because his life was exchanged for my life."

Zhu Gaochi said slowly, "Only when he arrives in Beijing and hears the news of my death, will he realize that I exchanged my own death for his life. If he begs to die again, then my death will be in vain."

From what I know about Zhan Ji, no matter how unwilling he is, he will still survive."

"This is an obvious plan, to plot against his fourth uncle and Ji Zhanji, to use my life as a hook to bring everything to peace. As long as I die, everything will be over. This is the ending that everyone wants."

Tears welled up in Zhang's eyes, and she said with a trembling voice: "What about me?"

"I married you in the twenty-eighth year of Hongwu, and I have been husband and wife for twenty-two years. Zhanji is a piece of flesh that has fallen from my body, and you are not my most beloved husband. You are like this

How should I survive if I leave?"

"I am a woman with simple thoughts. Zhanji wants to die. Just let him die. I don't care about Zhanji, his fourth uncle, or the emperor. I only care about you. I want you to live. Keep living.

!”

Zhu Gaochi held his wife's warm hand tightly, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and sighed: "Yes...I'm sorry..."

"In my whole life, I am worthy of the people and the common people. But I owe a lot to you... ahem..."

"It's a pity that I don't have time anymore. If there is an afterlife..."

"Must..."

"with you……"

"Baitou carries... old..."

"From now on, this family will be... entrusted to you..."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and after saying the last word, it was already very weak.

Zhu Pangpang, who had lived in fear all his life, finally closed his eyes with regret.

His hand slowly slipped down and his breath disappeared.

Zhu Gaochi has sadly passed away.

From Prince Gan's palace, a woman's heart-rending howl could be heard.

That mountain collapsed.

…

"I'm 90% sure that it was this boy Zhan Ji who sent people to kill me."
To be continued...