I died tragically in my previous life, and I want to be an empress in my next life

"Prince Jing, I..." The emperor wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

Xuanyuan Ping interrupted the emperor, his voice becoming even colder and firmer, "Now, you have no choice. You must write the edict of succession, otherwise, I will get the throne at all costs!"

The emperor looked at Xuanyuan Ping, his eyes full of disappointment and heartache. His mood was extremely heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe. If possible, he really hoped not to have this son.

Everyone only knows that Xuanyuan Ping's biological mother was a palace maid, but no one knows that she was actually a spy sent by the enemy country. She disguised herself as a palace maid and seduced the emperor when he was drunk and confused, which led to the birth of Xuanyuan Ping.

When her true identity was revealed, the emperor had to execute her secretly in order to maintain Xuanyuan Ping's dignity and status, and claimed to the outside world that it was an accident.

At that time, the emperor had thought about executing Xuanyuan Ping to prevent future troubles. However, the blood relationship between them prevented him from doing it. After all, he was his son, and even if his birth was not glorious, it could not change this fact.

So the emperor named him "Ping'er", hoping that he could stay away from the palace struggles and conspiracies and live an ordinary and peaceful life.

Since he was born, he has ignored him and treated him as if he did not exist. In fact, this is also a kind of protection for him. If he behaves himself, he can enjoy his life with the glory of a prince.

But I didn't expect that he had such ambition!

"Father, time is running out. You should quickly write the edict of succession." Xuanyuan Ping said coldly.

The emperor slowly closed his eyes and remained silent.

At this time, Xuanyuan Ping continued, "Father, I remember that your grandmother loved sweet-scented osmanthus cake the most. I have asked the imperial kitchen to make a portion for you. It should be ready soon."

When the emperor heard this, he immediately opened his eyes. He pointed at Xuanyuan Ping angrily, "You! How dare you!"

He knew that Xuanyuan Ping was using Taihou to threaten him.

Xuanyuan Ping, however, remained calm, with a hint of sneer on his face, and continued, "Good things should naturally be shared by everyone. We made a lot of osmanthus cakes today, so each palace should have a share."

Xuanyuan Ping's words made the emperor feel powerless. He knew that he had no way out. If he did not act according to his wishes, the consequences would be disastrous.

The emperor took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He knew that he had to make a decision. He couldn't let the entire royal family fall into crisis, and he couldn't let the queen mother suffer any harm.

Finally, the emperor compromised. He waved his hand weakly, and the commander of the imperial guards quickly presented him with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

The emperor's hands were shaking, and every word he wrote was extremely difficult. His heart was filled with struggle and helplessness. He had to hand over his life's power and glory to a man who wanted to kill his father and the king.

Every word represents his giving up and compromise, and every stroke speaks of his powerlessness and unwillingness.

Xuanyuan Ping watched all this calmly, a smug smile gradually revealed on the corners of his mouth. Thinking that he was about to ascend to the throne of the emperor, his heart was filled with excitement and anticipation.

Just when the emperor was about to put the imperial seal on the document, there was a sudden noise outside. Xuanyuan Ping's face changed and he immediately signaled the commander of the imperial guards to go out and check.

After a while, the royal guards actually retreated step by step into the hall. At the same time, a group of armored warriors rushed in like wolves and tigers. Their eyes were firm and the weapons in their hands were shining with cold light.

This group of warriors were a group of elite imperial guards. Their appearance instantly made the atmosphere in the entire hall tense.

Xuanyuan Ping's face turned pale. He couldn't believe his eyes. It all happened too suddenly. He originally thought he had already won the game, but he didn't expect such a change to happen at this time.

At this moment, a man in armor knelt down and saluted, saying in a loud voice, "I am sorry for being late in coming to your rescue, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

Everyone looked over and saw his armor flashing a cold light under the light. It was Xuanyuan Che.

"Che'er?!" The emperor's eyes lit up, "Che'er, you're finally here!"

Xuanyuan Ping was shocked when he saw this, and then he reacted and rushed towards the emperor with his sword. At this moment, Xuanyuan Che rushed forward like lightning, kicked the sword out of Xuanyuan Ping's hand, and threw it heavily to the ground.

Xuanyuan Ping fell to the ground, his eyes full of reluctance and astonishment. He looked at Xuanyuan Che and asked in disbelief, "You are not dead?!"

He originally thought that Xuanyuan Che had died, but he didn't expect that he came back alive and brought a large army to quell the rebellion.

Xuanyuan Che walked to the emperor's side, helped the emperor up, looked at Xuanyuan Ping, and said with a hint of coldness in his voice, "I'm sorry to disappoint my third brother!"

He turned to the emperor again and said, "Father, I am sorry to have frightened you. I have already led the army back and all the rebels have been subdued."

The emperor looked at Xuanyuan Che, held his hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Che'er, you are really my savior!"

Xuanyuan Che has been lurking in the capital these days. After learning about the palace coup today, he immediately sent out a signal. Fortunately, the army stationed in the suburbs of Beijing arrived in time.

Just when everyone was celebrating their victory, Xuanyuan Ping suddenly sneered. His laugh was full of ridicule and unwillingness, as if he was expressing disdain and contempt for Xuanyuan Che's victory.

He struggled to stand up, his eyes revealing a cold and cruel look, "Xuanyuan Che, do you think you won?"

Xuanyuan Che smiled slightly, his eyes revealing a calm and confident look, "Third brother, do you think you still have a chance? The situation today has doomed you to failure."

Xuanyuan Ping clapped his hands. In the corner of the palace, a guard came out with a woman. The woman had a pretty face, but looked a little haggard and uneasy. This woman was Pei Zhiyan.

The moment Xuanyuan Che saw Pei Zhiyan, his face instantly turned gloomy.

Xuanyuan Ping looked at Xuanyuan Che's gloomy face and couldn't help feeling proud. He knew that he had made the right bet. Pei Zhiyan was his last trump card. As long as he used some tricks on her, Xuanyuan Che would be obedient.

"What do you mean, Third Brother?" Xuanyuan Che asked calmly.

"Hehe, I have already seen clearly her position in your heart. You may be able to deceive the whole world, but you have nowhere to hide in front of me, Xuanyuan Ping." Xuanyuan Ping said coldly.

Xuanyuan Che took a deep breath and looked at Xuanyuan Ping firmly, "You should know that I, Xuanyuan Che, have never been threatened by anyone. Do you think that if you control her, you can control me? You are wrong."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Ping's face became more sarcastic. He seemed to have heard an extremely ridiculous joke and couldn't help but sneer. He suddenly reached out and pulled Pei Zhiyan in front of him.

The sword in his hand flashed with a sharp cold light, and he crossed Pei Zhiyan's neck without hesitation. A glaring blood mark immediately appeared on her fair skin, and the blood slowly seeped out, which was particularly shocking.

"Do you really not care about her life or death?" Xuanyuan Ping asked coldly, his voice revealing cruelty and cunning.