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Emperor Yuan had a very long dream.

He dreamed that he was standing on top of a high corner tower, looking coldly into the distance.

Wherever the emperor’s gaze fell, it was all his territory. From the edge of the land, all were his subjects.

The place he was facing now was the north of Great Yuan.

There, the ground was frozen all year round, it was a cold border, and the climate was harsh.

When Emperor Yuan was still a prince, he had also been thrown to the border for several years by the late emperor under the guise of experience. Naturally, he knew how tough the conditions there were and how tense the war was.

But two years ago, Emperor Yuan personally banished his most valued prince there.

It was said to be exile, but in fact, the prince’s title was not stripped. But without military power, without power, without reason, and sent to the border without a deadline, it was no different from exile in the eyes of others.

The cold wind howled.

Emperor Yuan just stood here, and he could recall the shocking anger after he learned the truth after the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony two years ago. It was vivid in his mind.

This matter could be described as a complete mockery. It was the greatest humiliation in the emperor’s life.

The child he valued most was not his own blood.

After many years of cultivation and painstaking efforts, but it was on someone else’s path, making wedding clothes for others.

Even knowing that the Yu family had been destroyed, Emperor Yuan wished he could dig people out and whip the corpse.

If the Yu family had not been destroyed, they would have been able to effortlessly change the crown prince with a civet cat without any effort. Relying on the past feelings for Zong Luo, the latter would not do anything to them, and they could easily control this huge enemy country that had been painstakingly built by several generations of emperors from the root.

What a good abacus, what a good calculation.

Emperor Yuan’s face was gloomy, and he almost didn’t bite off a tooth.

Such a great humiliation, whether one knew or did not know about one’s own origin, would be immediately executed if placed on any emperor.

Emperor Yuan was indeed angry, he wrote a decree without the jade seal in his raging anger, intending to kill before it was clear whether Zong Luo was involved.

However, in the end, this decree was just shown to Pei Qianxue who was pleading for mercy.

After all, it was the prince he had high hopes for and had cultivated for many years. He couldn’t make the kill.

Emperor Yuan accepted Pei Qianxue’s advice and sent the person to the border.

When the decree of exile was issued, Emperor Yuan thought that he would never want to see this once beloved child again before he was buried in the imperial mausoleum.

However, time could dilute too many things.

There were no more daily reports from the secret guards about the Third Prince on the memorials. The military reports that came did not have the words “Third Prince”. There would be no more white-clothed prince riding on Zhao Yebai, returning to the city surrounded by the people. There would be no more emperor quietly climbing up the corner tower, watching him go on every expedition.

Several times, when some good things were contributed to the palace, Emperor Yuan subconsciously blurted out to send some to the Third Prince’s Mansion, only to tightly purse his lips at the end, realizing that he had misspoken.

The other palace people also pretended not to hear and dared not mention it.

Everyone knew that after the Third Prince left the Imperial City, these three words became an absolute taboo for Emperor Yuan.

Whether it was Pei Qianxue or Yuan Jia. These close servants and inner ministers who were closest to Emperor Yuan could not figure out Emperor Yuan’s thoughts, and did not dare to rashly advise, let alone the palace people?

The emperor was used to hiding his true emotions.

What he really thought in his heart, only he knew.

After the anger passed, it finally began to ease.

After all, those past affections and attentions were not false.

Emperor Yuan did not favor the Third Prince from the beginning. It was Zong Luo himself who moved the emperor with his efforts, his sweat, his admiration, and his fearlessness. Only then was there cultivation, attention, and high expectations.

He did indeed appreciate this child himself, but this was also based on the premise of bloodline. If there was no bloodline, not to mention the emperor, any head of the family, even ordinary people, would find it hard to be indifferent.

Unconsciously, the balance in Emperor Yuan’s heart began to tilt.

From the very beginning, he couldn’t mention it, to later tacitly allowing the border to continuously send a daily report of the Third Prince every three days, placed at the top of the memorials, and finally occasionally asking proactively.

Even the generals on the border said that even if he was exiled to the border, the Third Prince was still diligent and steadfast in guarding the country’s border, with absolutely no signs of self-destruction or decadence.

Of course.

Emperor Yuan was both heartbroken and proud.

This was the prince he had focused on cultivating and trained with the traditional methods of the Zong family.

Not to mention anything else, although the Zong family’s way of training the crown prince was rather extreme, the emperors of Great Yuan who have been selected through the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony over the generations were indeed people of good temperament who could endure hardship and work hard.

No matter what, he would never forget the responsibility he carried on his shoulders.

Although in front of Zong Luo, Emperor Yuan rarely praised, more often it was strict encouragement, to strive for further improvement.

But in Emperor Yuan’s heart, he was always his most satisfactory crown prince, without a doubt.

Looking into the distance, the emperor in a black dragon robe thought.

Just wait a bit longer.

Wait for time to unravel this knot.

However, what no one expected was that not long after, he suddenly fell critically ill.

The illness came fiercely, and he was on the verge of death.

It wasn’t until he woke up from his coma that he realized that this was fate.

Back when Zong Luo was injured on the front line, in critical condition, hanging by a thread, Emperor Yuan had the Great Witch forcibly prolong his beloved son’s life. The latter repeatedly reminded him that he needed to pay a price. But because the trajectory of the Emperor Star could not be observed, the Great Witch did not know what the specific price would be.

Emperor Yuan was prepared, but he didn’t expect that when fate arrived, the real situation would be so dangerous that even the imperial physician said it was a great disaster.

Perhaps people always need to be on the verge of life and death to think clearly about some things.

Let go of sticking to the rules or pride, even grudges and grievances could be laughed off.

After hearing that he had walked on the line of life and death, the slowly waking Emperor Yuan just wanted to quickly call Zong Luo back from the frontier. Whether to confer the title of crown prince was another matter, at least he had to keep the person by his side to feel at ease.

No matter what, that was his most beloved prince.

“Go get Zhen’s decree, Zhen wants to call the Third one back, tell someone to rush to the border. Also, when Zhen was in a coma, those little fights in the Imperial City really thought Zhen was old, it’s been more than ten days, they’ve been rebelling under the name of purifying the trusted courtiers of a monarch, but Zhen haven’t seen them successfully step into the main hall.”

He struggled to get up from the sickbed, mumbling to himself.

The sleeping palace was dead silent.

All the imperial physicians and confidants all lowered their eyes and remained silent, the atmosphere was eerily silent.

Emperor Yuan frowned, “Can’t you hear Zhen’s orders? Yuan Jia, bring the imperial decree!”

In this silence, Pei Qianxue stepped forward.

He saluted towards the bed, and the people in the hall immediately followed suit, kneeling all over the floor, the sound of breathing was audible.

“Replying to Your Majesty, the Third Prince, he…he committed suicide under the Imperial City three days ago.”

It’s hard to describe Emperor Yuan’s feelings at the time.

The only thing that could be confirmed was that he must have been as stiff as a statue.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

“Pei Qing, deceiving the emperor is a capital crime.”

Emperor Yuan looked deeply at Pei Qianxue, as if trying to see some traces of a joke on the face of this always serious and cold Prime Minister of Great Yuan.

But there was none.

Hearing the news of his best friend’s death, although their relationship had faded over the past two years, the latter’s expression was still somewhat sad.

After dismissing the people in the hall, the blue-robed prime minister slowly spoke.

“The Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Princes joined forces to rebel, and the Third Prince rushed back from the border with the Xuan Cavalry. The three princes were worried that something might change, so they decided to join forces to eliminate the Third Prince. Coincidentally, the crown prince of the Wei Country had stolen the decree earlier and read it under the Imperial City. After seeing the decree, the Third Prince did not say a word, did not raise any questions, and directly committed suicide.”

Obviously, no one expected that the result would be this.