The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

The emperor fell into a coma due to vomiting blood.

The palace of Qianqing was tightly packed inside and outside by the Forbidden Army, and the air was filled with a solemn atmosphere, as if something big was about to happen.

When night fell and the moon came out, the eminent monk pricked the unconscious emperor with a silver needle, and together with the prince moved him to a wide chair by the window.

There was a gold basin filled with hot water on the table. The basin was surrounded by vermilion incantations, and it glowed faintly with a strange red light under the moonlight.

Li Chongyi sat opposite and picked up his sleeves in advance.

The eminent monk took out the knife and put it faintly on the emperor's thin wrist, and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, I'm offended."

"Go ahead." The emperor's face had turned pale as a dying person.

After receiving permission, the eminent monk was about to start cutting a slit when a flash of white suddenly appeared and rushed towards him, interrupting his movement.

Song Jiu protected the emperor's wrists under his body, and became angry for the first time. He bared his teeth at the eminent monk, and the hair all over his body exploded, and a shocking sound came from his throat.

He did not allow anyone to harm the emperor.

The appearance of the white cat was an unexpected surprise for them. For tonight's plan, the emperor clearly sent the kitten away in advance, but for some unknown reason, the kitten ran back on its own.

"this..."

The eminent monk was in shock. If he hadn't reacted in time and turned the direction of the blade, Mao Mao would have died on the spot.

After all, it was the emperor's beloved pet, so he couldn't scold him and looked at the emperor hesitantly.

Seeing the cat rushing over recklessly and almost being cut, the emperor's heart shrank. His expression became cold and his tone was more serious than ever before.

"You are disobedient and disobedient. You were so dangerous just now and almost lost your life. Do you think you don't take your own body seriously? You should be beaten!"

The emperor turned to hold the cat in his arms and slapped the cat on the butt, with each force getting harder and harder. He wanted to beat the naughty little guy's butt to pieces and lay him on the bed.

The kitten was in pain and had tears in her eyes.

Knowing that the little guy was protecting him and not wanting him to be hurt, the emperor looked at the cat who was crying silently, and he was still very angry in his heart.

Scared and distressed.

This is his cat, Xiao Jiu, whom he regards as a treasure. If something unexpected happens, even if the soul transfer is successful, what's the point.

"Kitten, be good and don't make trouble. I'm not hurt and nothing will happen to me. They are doing this to help me get rid of the disease, do you understand?"

"Listen to me, no matter what happens in the future, you must eat well and play well. The prince is with you in the palace. If you feel bored, you can go outside the palace to play with Zhao Yan."

"I know you are lively by nature and can't bear loneliness, but you must eat well and don't wrong yourself or starve your body."

"This is my only request. Can you agree to it?"

The emperor calmed the angry mood of the kitten, lowered his eyes and focused, and talked a lot of nonsense as he was originally decisive in killing.

To an outsider, mumbling to a cat means you have lost your mind and are crazy.

But everyone present knew that the kitten was human and could understand people's words. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but feel sad.

After all, no one can guarantee that tonight's soul transfer plan will be 100% successful.

When Li Chongyi was still in the palace, he had heard of this legendary emperor who was tough and ruthless.

It turns out that no matter how strong and indifferent a person is, he will show such a fragile side because of concern in his heart.

While talking, the eminent monk cut a scratch on Li Chongyi's wrist and immersed it in hot water.

"Your Majesty, the time has come, we can't wait any longer." The eminent monk reminded at the side.

The emperor coughed and stretched out his arm, his other hand always soothing the kitten.

Two different streams of blood spread, smudged, touched, and blended with each other in the water, and soon mixed into a basin of blood.

The moonlight swayed, and the red mantras around the golden basin absorbed the moonlight and emitted more and more intense light. When it reached its peak and began to weaken, the eminent monk muttered words in his mouth and drew mysterious runes with his fingers in mid-air.

It lasted for a full moment.

The emperor was already sick and had passed out a long time ago. The cat in his arms always stayed on his knees, staying peacefully.

Eyes red.

Li Chongyi's lips turned white due to excessive blood loss, and strange spells lingered in his ears. His head was so dizzy that he felt like his soul had left his body.

The eminent monk chanted for a long time, until all his saliva was dry. The moonlight outside the window gradually weakened, and the blood in the basin failed to dissipate and returned to its original state.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

According to records in ancient books, soul-moving is a forbidden technique with heavy losses. It will not only damage the caster's moral conduct, but also shorten his life.

Therefore, the eminent monk also risked his life to cast this spell. If it fails, the consequences will be disastrous.

Time passed minute by minute, the moon was covered by thick clouds, and the blood in the basin was still bright red and dazzling.

Later, Li Chongyi couldn't hold on and passed out.

The red runes around the golden basin gradually stopped shining and became extremely ordinary.

A sweet smell surged up into his throat, and the monk had to take a few steps back, turning his head to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

He looked at the basin of bright blood, his face turned ashen.

Failed.

The palace was eerily quiet at night.

Silence as death.

The eminent monk could clearly feel that the emperor on his right no longer had a surging breath, and his chest was so calm that there was no fluctuation.

Total failure.

This operation not only failed to achieve its purpose, but also accelerated the emperor's death.

I think he saved countless people in his life, but now his efforts to turn the tide can't save this wise king who has a rough fate and will probably be the emperor for eternity.

As of now, I can only say one thing: God’s will plays tricks on people.

Song Jiu was the closest to the emperor, so how could he not feel something strange? He tried his best to climb on the emperor's shoulder, where he was leaning back on the chair, and stretched out his tongue to lick the corner of the man's lips, trying to wake him up.

But nothing happened.

He felt the decay of death from the inside and outside in the emperor.

The person who once loved him, pampered him and cared for him, who saved him from fire and water, who held him at the top of his heart and doted on him is really gone.

He just lost his breath so easily.

The kitten cried, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from its big, round eyes. Its body faintly emitted a weak blue light, which drifted into the emperor's chilling body little by little.

Deep and eerie.

The eminent monk failed to notice this. After vomiting the blood, he cleaned up the mess without saying a word, took out the wrists of the two men that were submerged in the blood and bandaged them.

The emperor's body was placed on the dragon couch.

The white cat circled around Li Chongyi, making sure that the boy had just passed out due to excessive blood loss and that his life was not in danger. Then he jumped on the bed and stayed beside the body, refusing to move an inch.

Seeing how persistent it was, the eminent monk sighed and said, "Everyone has his own destiny. God has already arranged everyone's destiny and it cannot be changed. White cat, please be patient and accept the change, and don't go to extremes."

"Live and live well according to your master's instructions."

The white cat guarding the side did not respond, but stubbornly curled up into a ball and clung to the emperor's body.

It makes people feel a little sad.

On the eve of the planned action, the emperor called together several high-ranking ministers and confidants to discuss the matter. If anything happens to him, they must help Li Chongyi successfully ascend the throne.

The emperor secretly drafted a will and gave it to Manager Lin just in case, and also handed over the imperial seal to the prince in advance.

Regardless of success or failure, he arranged everything, including the kitten's future whereabouts.

Letting Li Chongyi ascend the throne was more or less out of the emperor's selfish motives.

Only Zhao Yan and Li Chongyi could get close to kittens, and apart from the emperor himself, these two were the only ones who truly liked and loved kittens.

With the protection of strong people inside and outside the palace, Xiaojiu will never be wronged in his future life.

The emperor planned countless escape routes for Mao'er, considered all the best possibilities, and only hoped that Xiao Jiu would have a good life.

But he never expected that the kitten would become depressed and unable to eat because of his death, and almost followed him.

At the end of midnight, a heavy death knell sounded in the palace.

The emperor is dead.