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The plate that Eunuch had just been carrying was scattered on the floor. There was a silver wine jug and a cup; it was the poison wine that the Emperor intended to bestow to the Seventh Prince. Feng Qing Cheng lifted it to take a sniff and still laughed coldly. The silver plate was covered with a thin layer of snow and the cup was half filled with pure white snow.

The poisoned wine, representing death, was then poured out from the cup and placed in front of the emperor. The slightly red poisonous wine was slightly seductive, as if it was a cup of diluted blood, which complemented the current scene.

The Emperor's hair was slightly messy as he panted heavily. His dragon robe was like a golden python lying dormant on the ground. He was only wearing a purple silk robe and looked like an ordinary person.

The emperor naturally knew how strong this wine was. After drinking it, within 15 minutes, all his internal organs would be injured and he would die with blood flowing out of his eyes, ears, noses, and mouth.

"Drink it and we'll never owe each other again." Feng Qing Cheng nodded at the emperor, with an indifferent expression, as though he was watching him die. The emperor did not hesitate as he received the bottle of poison wine and finished it in one gulp. He staggered a few steps backwards and almost fell to the ground in the middle of the snow shell while smiling.

The snow had lost its soles and the whole world was covered in white. The emperor was trying his best to resist the pain in his body and the churning of his stomach. Unknowingly, his face had turned sickly white.

Feng Qing Cheng never thought that the man in front of him would not hesitate to offer poison wine to him … This was something he hadn't expected. For a moment, his heart shook. He blankly looked at the emperor, his shocked expression breaking his usual coldness.

"You are the prince that I admire the most. After I die, it will be my wish that you ascend to the throne." The emperor forced a smile on his face, but it immediately caused him to grimace in pain. He then sucked in a breath of cold air. His hair was already matted with ice and the corpses had been unknowingly buried by the snow.

It was windy, Feng Qing Cheng looked a little thin in the wind, the palace feathers behind him seemed to be devouring his body, "Don't be hypocritical." After Feng Qing Cheng finished speaking, he tightly shut his lips. Towards the dying Emperor, he did not even blink.

"Why would I lie? I'm the emperor!" "Cough, cough." The emperor was slightly anxious. After all, he didn't have much time left.

The emperor spat out a mouthful of blood. He sat limply on the ground, without caring about the blood trail at the corner of his mouth. He opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Feng Qing Cheng. He wanted to take one last look at his beloved son, even if it was only one, and think back to all that had happened in the past.

"Finally, I'm free?" The emperor hazily looked at the sky. He couldn't tell if it was day or night. Blood dripped down, and he could even see the snowflake falling. It was so beautiful!

The reaction of the poison wasn't too intense, but it was very torturous. The emperor only felt his liver break.

"If I find you one day earlier, you will hate me one less day, right?" The emperor chuckled. He looked thin because his life force was rapidly fading. In an instant, he felt a sense of loneliness amidst the snow.

"Didn't you just want me dead? Didn't you send people to kill me?" Feng Qing Cheng looked straight into the emperor's eyes. What was strange was that he couldn't see a single trace of guilt in his eyes.

One must know that Feng Qing Cheng's mother was the most beloved woman in his life, so how could he harden his heart?

"It's laughable that I didn't know of your existence before, otherwise, you wouldn't be so hateful to me. Please believe that I love you, and I also love your mother. The emperor, this middle-aged man, had finally revealed the weakness of his life.

The Emperor felt tired, tired, as if nothing else in his life had hurt him so much, and his tight eyebrows were loose, but he was not at ease. He hated that in his entire life, if there was an afterlife, he would abandon everything and would only fight with her in the martial arts world. He would walk with her in the snow and never have the troubles of the human world again.

In this life, it took him half a lifetime to understand that power and desire were like smoke passing through the clouds. There was only one woman, and in this world there was only one woman.

The Emperor's words, however, caused Feng Qing Cheng to be alarmed, and he replayed the memories in his mind. The Seventh Prince's seductive face, and his boastful expression.

Feng Qing Cheng raised his head to look at the sky. Only the dark clouds were moving and the air was so cold that it made people want to cry.

"After knowing about your existence, I will do everything I can to give you. I only want to make up for it a bit. I only want to do my father's duty." The Emperor was choked with sobs as tears flowed down from the man's eyes. Sparkling tears hung on his weathered face, causing others to be moved.

BOOM! As if another ball of fire had rushed into his heart, blazing fiercely, Feng Qing Cheng retracted his gaze, and a complicated look appeared in his eyes. Don't open your eyes and stop looking at this man... There's too much between them...

"You sent people to kill me, what do you mean by that?" Feng Qing Cheng took a deep breath, picked up the dragon robe, and dusted off the snow on top of it.

"I don't know anything about them. Empress, my beloved concubine, I won't let them off after I find out." The Emperor had a dejected expression. Why did it have to be like this?

Snow fell from the dragon's robe. It was white as a sheet, and the falling snowflakes were like the years that had passed.

Feng Qing Cheng was exceptionally angry, but his happiness and anger did not match up to his looks. On the surface, it was still as cold as ever, but what he thought about was how he managed to tear the Seventh Prince into a thousand pieces.

Feng Qing Cheng stood there like a block of ice, without a single trace of emotion. He looked extremely clever, as if he was the person in the painting, but if one looked carefully, they would see that the emperor was actually quite similar.

"If you die, I will take good care of Wind Nation. Is this what you have always wished for?" Feng Qing Cheng took a step forward. Dragon Robe, which should have belonged to the emperor, draped over the dying emperor.

At the moment, the emperor could only let out a breath, and his eyes started to blur. Actually, Feng Qing Cheng also regretted it, but he had no way of turning the situation around. He guessed that this would be a good idea as it would make his son feel guilty and accompany him for a long time. As such, he felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

The emperor's body seemed to have merged with the snow, and the heavy snow that filled the sky, his son personally sending him off was the emperor's last comfort.

Snow fluttered down again, Feng Qing Cheng walked further and further away from this place. He shook off the dagger in his hand, and the snow covered the ground, as if nothing had ever happened here.

"Your majesty is dead!" An eunuch ran over from the distance, using his raspy voice like a rooster to shout at the top of his lungs, "Seventh Prince's remnants assassinated the emperor, the emperor — he passed away —"