The sky suddenly became dark and the air seemed to become extremely turbid, as if it was indicating that something bad was about to happen. On this night, the emperor and Concubine Rou had a meal together in the bedroom.

The emperor had no appetite and put down the chopsticks after eating for only two bites. Concubine Rou frowned and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, why don't you eat it?"

The emperor's gentle eyes swept across her beautiful and charming cheeks and sighed, "The appetite is not good," he paused for a moment, and then held his forehead and said, "Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Concubine Rou, stay in your bedroom, don't come out. Tonight I have asked the nanny to send Zhe'er to your palace. Remember to watch out for him."

Seeing that the emperor was so serious, Concubine Rou did not dare to slackew. Although she had expected such a day, she agreed and said, "I remember."

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the magpie flies south, and in the Yufu Hall, Rou Fei looks at the eleventh prince who is still full of energy in the cradle, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She stretches out her crystal-like nails and strokes Sima Zhe's face, and says with a sigh: "Zhe'er, as long as tonight, the mother's mission will be completed."

As she said this, the maid behind her stepped forward and stood beside her. Concubine Rou glanced at her and asked, "Has Wu'an arranged everything?"

The maid nodded, "Everything is ready. The Marquis said that if the Empress wants to leave, he will escort you out of the palace and continue your previous life."

Concubine Rou suddenly became a little stunned. She followed Liang Youzhao because she admired Liang Youzhao and was willing to be used by him. But now, he wants to let her live her previous life.

She was so repulsive of everything in the palace, but after so long, she suddenly realized that she had become accustomed to it. If she didn't need to fight with others, she didn't know what the meaning of life was.

Liang Youzhao's figure appeared in front of her from time to time, and she couldn't help laughing. In fact, as long as you stay in this palace, you can see him every day, which is not a bad thing. So she lowered her head, looked at Sima Zhe who was giggling, and said, "I will stay in the palace if I don't leave."

That night, Sima Cong led his troops to force the palace.

At that time, the emperor was about to go to bed. When he took off his clothes, a eunuch outside suddenly became furious and rushed, even forgot to kneel down, and shouted loudly: "Emperor, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, You are going to force the palace!"

When the emperor heard this, his heart was cold. It seemed that it was true. The prince really wanted to do such a ruthless thing for the sake of the throne!

He frowned, only to feel that the chest was so painful. The pain pulled every nerve in his body, as if it was broken with a gentle touch. The emperor never felt that breathing was so difficult. He had been the emperor for so many years and had encountered so many big things, disasters, hardships, but none of them made him so helpless. When he watched Sima Cong strode into his bedroom, the last bit of unbearableness in his heart disappeared.

The maids beside him were already scattered, and only the eunuchs who were serving close to him were still protecting him. The emperor sat on a golden nanmu chair, sighing and looking at Sima Cong wearing a black dress, with his straight back and a heroic figure, and his strong cheeks were the same as himself back then. His tightly pursed lips seemed unshakable. The emperor suddenly felt that he was already in his twilight years and an old man who was about to die.

"You have really come to this point." The emperor spoke indifferently and said.

Sima Cong smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Father, son minister is helpless."

The emperor looked at Sima Cong, looked at his calm smile, and suddenly opened his mouth and laughed, "Ha, he looks like the prince, brave and resourceful, and decisive, and he looks like my son!"

Sima Cong moved his footsteps and approached the emperor, "Father, you are old. This country should have been handed over to the crown prince and son minister, please send you on your way!"

As he said that, he pulled out the sword that was matched around his waist.

The sword was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly appeared, reflecting a bright light, which made the emperor's eyes slightly painful.

"Your Highness, the emperor is your father! He is your father!" The eunuch who was guarding the emperor was so anxious that he was filled with tears. He wanted to die on behalf of the emperor, and how he didn't want to see the scene of the father and son being murdered.

Besides, the prince was also grown up when he watched him grow up. Now, this bloody scene is about to happen in front of him, how could he bear it?

Sima Cong almost didn't even look at him. When he pointed the sword, he heard a click. The eunuch's voice stopped abruptly, and a bloody smell spread in the air.

A round head rolled to the emperor's feet. The emperor looked at it and felt dumbfounded. The tip of his nose was full of the blood on the eunuch's head. His stomach rolled in, and he was almost vomiting.

"Antai! Antai!" The emperor shouted the eunuch's name in shock, his face full of fear. Sima Cong, who was standing in front of him, smiled coldly, "Don't worry, Father, you can go down to accompany him soon!"

"Cong'er, won't you regret it? Even if you become emperor, when you dream at night, you will not be afraid of nightmares or will you be punished by God? When the ministers and the people shout long live to you, will you not feel guilty?" The emperor said this loudly, and tears suddenly filled his eyes. Although he no longer hoped that Sima Cong could turn back, he didn't know what made him think like this. He hoped to see Sima Cong repent, and he didn't want to have no room for a look of turning back.

"No, I was too kind before, which led to your intention of deposing me. Now, I will never miss such an opportunity again, and I will not give you a chance to breathe!"

Sima Cong said this, raised the sword in his hand, and when he saw the emperor's familiar face beside the sword, he suddenly felt moved for a moment.

But this kind of movement was quickly replaced by cruelty. He did not hesitate any more and took action, stabbing the sword in his hand with Antai's blood towards the emperor's chest.

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In the Yufu Hall, a girl in purple palace costume hurriedly ran towards Concubine Rou, who was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, knelt on the ground with a thud, and said in a panic: "Empress, it's not good!"

Concubine Rou raised her eyelids and looked out the window. The sky was still pitch black. She frowned and said coldly to the palace maid next to her: "What's the fuss?"

The palace maid was so anxious that tears were about to fall out, and he could not speak clearly, "Just now, Sister Ru went to see the eleventh prince, but found that the little prince was missing."

"What?" Concubine Rou suddenly raised her voice and she stared at the palace maid with wide eyes, "What did you say? The little prince is gone? How could it be gone? Didn't I repeatedly instruct the wet nurse to take turns to be by his side, and she would never leave her step?"

The palace maid didn't know what happened, but only knew that the eleventh prince must not be thrown away at this time, so he shook his head desperately with tears in his eyes, "I don't know what's wrong. Empress, Sister Ru has already gone to the outside of the palace to find her, and she should be able to find her soon."

Ru'er had already sent someone to find her. When she heard such news, she was even more bad news. Concubine Rou was surprised and slammed her butt on the couch, with her hands hanging down her legs, and said hatefully: "How could the little prince go to another place? She didn't listen after saying that she was not allowed to go out, so she immediately sent a few guards to find her back."

The palace maid got the order and stumbled and ran out again. Concubine Rou was anxious and wandered in the hall, turning back and forth for countless rounds, as if she had passed a world as long as she had passed. When she saw several figures appearing at the door, her heart seemed to be relieved. She hurried to the bead curtain and saw an elderly aunt who bowed to her and said, "Empress, it's successful. The heaven and earth arranged by the emperor have successfully imprisoned the prince. Empress, you are safe!"

Concubine Rou finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, by the way, where is the eleventh prince? He is gone, and I have ordered people to look for him."
Chapter completed!