Si Moli looked at Concubine Meng across a distant corridor.

She was a woman with a somewhat haggard expression, her face looked much older than her original age. The gold jewelry on her head was also of a long-ago style, and it looked like the color had darkened. The makeup on her face seemed to be stuck on.

Live, there is a gray-white layer floating on it, which makes the color of the lipstick particularly bright and abrupt.

Seeing Si Moli's vaguely familiar face, Concubine Meng was obviously in a trance.

A smile gradually appeared on her lips, looking very stiff.

Immediately, she opened her lips slightly and uttered a few words.

Si Moli's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but tighten his fingers, a silent anger lingering in his heart.

The Twelve Princes next to Concubine Meng felt Si Moli's murderous intent from a long distance away. They couldn't help but flinch and hid in Concubine Meng's arms.

The two of them did not dare to stay any longer and hurriedly entered the main hall.

The emperor was lying on the couch, covered with a bright yellow quilt embroidered with dragon patterns. He had lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and had long lost the aura of galloping around.

"Greetings to the emperor, I wonder what the emperor means by calling me here?" Concubine Meng came to the bed, bowed obediently, and then looked at the emperor with a hint of ridicule.

She pulled the twelfth prince beside her with her hand, and the twelfth prince timidly called him "Father."

The emperor just glanced at the two of them and said in a hoarse voice slowly: "After so many years, you have grown old."

Concubine Meng raised her hand and touched her cheek, showing a sad look: "Yes, I am no longer the same as before. The emperor is also old. Who can withstand the long years."

After a while, she seemed to have thought of something again, and smiled sarcastically: "Maybe there is someone who always looks the most beautiful. Maybe the emperor can see her when he returns from his dream at midnight."

After saying that, she stared at the emperor's face, trying to see regret and recollection on his face.

But the emperor's expression did not change at all. He didn't even bother to give Concubine Meng a look, but asked quietly: "Why do you think I have summoned you?"

Concubine Meng's eyes were unpredictable, as if she was pondering the meaning of this question.

After a while, she still said: "I don't know."

The emperor closed his eyes after hearing this and said nothing again. For a moment, Concubine Meng even thought that he had fallen asleep.

It was quite quiet in the hall.

After a long time, Concubine Meng still couldn't hold it any longer. She stood with her legs numb and glanced at the emperor. The secret guard next to the bed suddenly looked at him.

Concubine Meng withdrew her head and spoke softly: "Does your Majesty want to ask the Twelve Princes?"

The emperor still didn't speak. Concubine Meng touched the twelfth prince's head and said to herself: "He has been very smart since he was a child. Although he has not been able to go to school, my concubine has tried her best to make him read and recite poems.

I secretly thought that if someone is willing to help my emperor, he can grow into a wise king like the emperor in the future."

The twelfth prince leaned against Concubine Meng and looked up at Concubine Meng, his dark eyes full of admiration.

Concubine Meng smiled and pushed him: "Quickly, go get close to your father. Don't you always say you want to see him?"

The twelfth prince looked at the weak and unfamiliar emperor on the bed with some embarrassment, then at Concubine Meng, and finally buried his head in Concubine Meng's skirt, hugging her legs and unwilling to leave.

A trace of embarrassment flashed in Concubine Meng's eyes, and she tugged on him again, but failed.

"Okay." The emperor said coldly: "Put away your little thoughts. If you think you still have a chance to turn around, then don't think about it."

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at Concubine Meng with a calm look in his eyes: "But since I see that you have given birth to a son for me, I can give you a way out."

Even while lying on the bed, facing this dying situation, the emperor still seemed not to take Concubine Meng seriously: "Someone will arrange for you to leave the palace later. It just depends on your choice."

When Concubine Meng heard about the emperor's flowers, she was surprised and struggled.

For so many years, she had been trapped in the palace for ten years. The emperor occasionally came back to the palace to see her, but every time he left, she was covered in wounds and full of pain.

It's not that she never thought about death, but later, she gave birth to the twelfth prince, and her life gradually became hopeful again.

Now the emperor suddenly told her that she could leave the palace.

Everything is like a dream.

Concubine Meng's lips trembled, and after a long time she finally made up her mind and said, "Why do you want me to leave?"

The emperor looked at her sideways: "What do you think you can get by staying?"

Concubine Meng pulled the twelfth prince with provocation in her eyes: "I don't know, but I can take a gamble."

The emperor was indifferent, coughed twice, and raised his hand.

A man walked out from behind the screen, dressed as a palace guard. When Concubine Meng saw him, she trembled and quickly pushed the Twelve Princes behind her.

The twelfth prince twisted a little and called out to his mother in a low voice.

The guard stepped forward. Except for his eyes, he looked exactly like the twelfth prince.

Those past humiliations suddenly came to mind again.

Whenever the emperor came to see her, outsiders thought she was so favored, but in fact the emperor just looked at her serving a few guards with cold eyes.

This guard is just one of them.

Concubine Meng bit her lip and said, "Your Majesty, are you willing to let others see your jokes before you die?"

"Death is like a lamp going out, so what should I be afraid of?" The emperor coughed, pointed at the guard and said, "Since she doesn't want to leave, then just keep her."

The guard responded in a low voice. The next moment, he took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, held Concubine Meng's hand and drank it for her.

Concubine Meng struggled to spit it out, but to no avail.

She began to bleed from all her orifices, and her eyes were full of confusion, hatred, and regret...

The Twelve Princes stood by her body, crying helplessly, and were taken down by the guards. No one knew where they went, and Concubine Meng's body was quickly dragged down.

The emperor smiled coldly. Her final value was just to try to induce Si Moli to leave. Since she was disobedient, how could he let her live in this world.

She will die if she escapes, and she will die if she doesn't escape. Now, all the grudges can be understood.

He himself is about to leave this world.

For all this, Si Moli just watched quietly.

He didn't want to pay attention to anything the emperor did, he just thought it was ridiculous.

What's the use?

Si Moli stood alone under the corridor, his shadow stretched very long.

The stacked palaces stretched into the distance, and a hazy yellow light shone from the high walls, and the entire palace seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

Many people are buried here, dead and alive.

I don't know when, the dull bell rang, accompanied by crying sounds one after another.

The eunuch stood on the steps and shouted sadly: "The emperor has passed away!"

All the people standing guard in front of the temple knelt down with expressions of grief.
Chapter completed!