Chapter 447: The Qi Emperor Dies, the Eldest Princess Faces Qimingtian

Child, I beg Father Emperor to go die!

Just a few words, just a short speech, the mad Qimingtian has truly gone insane.

That person above is his father, also his Father Emperor, the emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty, who has ruled the Great Qi Dynasty for many years; today, he is being forced to abdicate by his own son.

Qihuang's rising body trembled and swayed; he staggered, then sat back down, sitting on that icy throne; his raised right hand, incredulously pointing at his eldest son before him—the eldest son in whom he had placed great hopes, the son who had once disappointed him—at this moment, he actually… so ruthlessly, sending himself on his way.

"Hahaha."

After extreme sorrow, Qihuang burst into loud laughter, his laughter echoing in the icy hall.

This icy, dim hall has become his burial place—how ridiculous, how pitiful, how tragic.

Qihuang's eyes welled with tears; they say emperors are the most heartless, but can he really be heartless?

Two sons have died, and now the eldest son wants to force him to die; this eldest son's behavior makes him… feel great heartache; he never imagined that among his sons would appear such a ruthless character, for that position, he actually… did such a thing.

Qihuang found it hard to believe, but looking at the icy face and unfamiliar eyes of his eldest son standing before him, at this moment he felt a little estranged.

It seemed he could not recognize his own son; he thought it utterly ridiculous.

"Hahaha, Qimingtian, you've really gone mad—do you think that because I'm dead, this position is yours?"

"I tell you, it's impossible; I will not give you this position—cough, cough."

A cough sounded, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood; this blood made Qihuang's pupils contract as he stared at the upright, icy form of his eldest son before him, a hint of ruthlessness appearing in those cold eyes.

Qimingtian gave a cold laugh: "Father Emperor, you really are still that partial father—clearly I am your eldest son, clearly I am most suited to inherit that position, yet you have never given it to me."

"I know you dislike me; from beginning to end, you have disliked me."

"It's because my mother is not favored by you, and because my bloodline is not pure enough."

"But I am your biological son, and also your legitimate eldest son."

No matter what, his identity is the most legitimate.

His mother was the empress; even though she died, she died early in the icy palace.

That day, Qimingtian swore he would certainly take that position, and then kill everyone.

Those people, ruthless and vicious, caused his mother's death; he wants revenge.

Today, he will send his father on his way.

"Father, please go on your way; this is a death I have specially prepared for you."

"I want to watch you die just as my mother did, poisoned to death."

Qimingtian walked over coldly, stood before Qihuang, and stared at this old, frail man—where was there any trace of an emperor's dignity?

Once, Qihuang was unsurpassable; today, he is nothing but an old man waiting to die.

"Father Emperor, how does this feel?"

Qihuang leaned against the icy chair, but no matter how icy the chair, it was not as cold as the words of his son before him.

He has been poisoned.

This poison is very familiar—it is the same poison that once afflicted Qimingtian's mother, causing her to die bit by bit.

And he, back then, was just watching her die like that.

Now he himself has ended up with the same fate as that woman.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Qihuang coughed violently, struggling to sit upright.

"Your mother's death was her own doing; if she had behaved herself, I would not have killed her, and you would not have been disliked by me."

"I dislike your mother; I dislike her, even though she is my empress, for thinking of another man."

"Since she favors that man, I will send his whole family on their way, and then let your mother accompany them in burial."

"Cough, cough, cough."

As an emperor, yet he cannot win a woman's heart.

That woman's heart holds only that man; he is merely a substitute.

How tragic—he is an emperor, yet he has lost the emperor's dignity.

For revenge, he slaughtered all of that man's relatives and clansmen, leaving not a single one alive.

Afterward, he killed that woman as well.

Qihuang bit by bit confessed his inner thoughts; he does not believe he did wrong in this matter.

Since then, together with this eldest son, he has come to dislike them; the more he once liked them, the more he now dislikes them.

Qimingtian looked at his father; he did not believe these words, or rather, at this moment he no longer cared.

Once he has done all this, there is no turning back.

There is only one road to walk.

"Father Emperor, go on your way in peace."

Turning his back, he faced away from his father, giving him his final dignity.

This is all he can do.

No matter what happened before, no matter what about his mother, he does not care.

That position is what he truly needs; what he lacks is merely an excuse.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Qihuang coughed violently, continuously spitting out fresh blood from his body.

He spat out mouthfuls of fresh blood, staining that position red.

Finally, Qihuang collapsed.

He died upon that icy seat, his appearance just like that of Qimingtian's mother back then.

Pitiful and tragic.

Qimingtian turned around, staring at Qihuang, his expression complex.

Outside the door, Sima Da and the others exchanged a glance, all breaking into smiles.

The matter succeeded.

This was the result of their exchanged glance—Qimingtian really made a move, and he succeeded.

Qihuang's death meant that everything was over.

That person's death meant the rest of the Great Qi Dynasty were nothing to worry about.

"Qimingtian, I indeed did not misjudge you."

Sima Da felt immense joy; the stone in his heart dropped.

Outside, the Eldest Princess had already led people to attack.

The Black Dragon Guard came along, surrounding them.

Sima Da gazed at the corpses on the ground, feeling no remorse.

"Eldest Princess, why are you doing this?"

Sima Da, asking despite knowing the answer, spoke up to accuse: "Do you know what you're doing? Eldest Princess, are you rebelling?"

The Eldest Princess snorted coldly, drew her sword, pointed at Sima Da, face icy: "Get lost, Sima Da."

Sword Qi, icy, a domineering aura surged forward, crushing Sima Da.

Sima Da wore a faint smile, utterly unafraid.

The two beside him rose; ahead, the State Preceptor stood, unafraid of the Eldest Princess.

"Eldest Princess, think carefully: this place is the Wanggong, not your Eldest Princess residence, nor your fief."

"Without Your Majesty's decree, no one may bring troops into the Wanggong; violators will be killed without pardon."

Anyone who does this has committed the grave crime of treason.

Jing Yuheng's face was grim; he leaned close to the Eldest Princess's ear and whispered: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has passed away."

Hearing this, the Eldest Princess looked at Sima Da in disbelief.

His eyes fixed on the Dadian; the father emperor's aura was gone.

Father Emperor, has he passed away?