A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The old eunuch had been waiting at the gate of Weilong Palace on the back of the young eunuch. Hearing the shout, the young eunuch hurriedly carried him into the palace.

At this time, Eunuch Yan was already dying, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was so weak that it seemed that a gust of wind could blow him down. Sikong Yan and Xiao Sizhe carefully placed him on a mat on the ground and supported him.

Eunuch Yan stretched out his dry hands with difficulty and slowly held Emperor Yuxuan's hands. Although those hands were dry and thin, they were filled with endless warmth.

He said in a weak but affectionate voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this old servant is here to accompany you!" Every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

When Emperor Yuxuan heard this, his emotions instantly burst out. He actually fell into Eunuch Yan's arms like a son, crying bitterly: "Eunuch Yan, you have loved me the most since I was a child. But I gave birth to a bad boy!"

His crying was filled with pain and regret, and tears fell like beads from a broken string, dripping onto Eunuch Yan's clothes.

At this moment, he was no longer the almighty king, but just a child longing for warmth and care.

He hugged Eunuch Yan tightly, as if he had grabbed the last straw. He recalled every detail of the past, and Eunuch Yan's care, love and loyalty appeared before his eyes like a series of warm pictures. However, his own willfulness and arrogance made him lose too much.

He hated his ignorance and arrogance, and hated himself for not cherishing the people around him. Now, facing this irreversible situation, he could only find the last bit of comfort in the arms of Eunuch Yan.

Eunuch Yan gently stroked Emperor Yuxuan, his skinny hand was like a fallen leaf, gently touching him. Eunuch Yan said with a weak breath: "Xuanxuan, my little ancestor!"

Emperor Yuxuan's name was Sikong Yuxuan, and Eunuch Yan had called him that since he was a child. That call seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, carrying endless love and doting.

Eunuch Yan's eyes were full of tenderness, and memories of the past seemed to flicker in his cloudy eyes. His face was covered with traces of time, and every wrinkle seemed to be telling a story of the past.

Emperor Yuxuan was in his arms, and answered like a child obediently: "Hey, Eunuch Yan, little Xuanxuan is here!"

There was a hint of sob in his voice. At this moment, in front of Eunuch Yan, he was no longer the majestic king, but just a child longing for warmth.

Emperor Yuxuan's face twitched slightly, tears welled up in his eyes, and he snuggled tightly in Eunuch Yan's arms, as if this embrace was his last safe haven.

"You have inherited the style of the late emperor!" Eunuch Yan said again, and the weak voice slowly sounded in the silent palace.

"That year, when you became emperor, the late emperor said the same thing to you! Do you remember?"

A glimmer of reminiscence flashed in Eunuch Yan's eyes, as if he had returned to that solemn moment.

Although his voice was weak, it was full of power, as if reminding Emperor Yuxuan of his past glory and responsibility.

Emperor Yuxuan only hummed in his arms, a complex emotion welling up in his heart. He remembered the moment he ascended the throne, what an honor and responsibility it was.

However, now he has ended up like this. He has come to this day! Emperor Yuxuan's eyes were full of confusion and regret. He trembled slightly, his lips tightly closed, as if he was trying to suppress the pain in his heart.

"I only remember the late emperor saying to Eunuch Ren, 'Eunuch Ren, I gave birth to a child with a disability!'"

There was a hint of a sigh in Eunuch Yan's voice, which was a sigh for the past and helplessness about Emperor Yuxuan's current situation.

A trace of pain appeared on Eunuch Yan's face, and he shook his head slightly, as if feeling sorry for Emperor Yuxuan's fate.

Only two muffled bangs were heard from Emperor Yuxuan's body. The sound was like the footsteps of death, approaching step by step.

"Ah!" He raised his head and screamed, his voice full of pain and despair. Emperor Yuxuan's face turned pale in an instant, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body trembled violently, as if he was in great pain.

Eunuch Yan hurriedly shouted, "Imperial Master, Imperial Master, come quickly!" His voice was filled with anxiety and anticipation, as if the Imperial Master was their last hope.

Eunuch Yan's face was full of worry. He held Emperor Yuxuan's hand tightly, as if giving him strength.

At this critical moment, Eunuch Yan had only one thought in his mind, which was to rescue Emperor Yuxuan. Eunuch Yan's voice echoed in the palace, carrying endless anxiety and despair.

Eunuch Yan was in a panic, as helpless as a leaf in the wind. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, tightly grasped Sikong Yan's hand, his eyes full of begging, and said in a trembling voice: "My little prince, my ancestor, I know that the emperor has committed serious crimes, but he is your father after all. Please, for the sake of our relationship, spare his life! I kowtow to you."

As he said this, Eunuch Yan began to struggle to kneel down and kowtow.

"No!" Emperor Yuxuan's eyes were red and wide open, and he roared. "I am not wrong, they are wrong. They should not deceive the emperor! They deserve to die! Imperial Master, Imperial Master! Come out!"

Emperor Yuxuan's voice echoed in the palace, filled with endless anger and unwillingness. His body was shaking violently, like a trapped beast.

Bang, bang, bang! The sound of broken veins and blood vessels sounded again, like a death drumbeat. "Ah!!" Emperor Yuxuan screamed in pain, the sound was shrill and desperate, and it was heartbreaking to hear. His face was full of pain, and sweat fell like rain.

Eunuch Yan burst into tears instantly, and the turbid tears poured out from his eyes full of vicissitudes of life like a flood.

His face twitched slightly due to extreme grief, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeply carved again by the knife of time, and each line looked so deep and sad.

The deep wrinkles were like ravines deposited over the long years, carrying countless stories and vicissitudes. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to tell the endless pain and helplessness in his heart.

"It's useless! It's useless even if the National Master comes! Besides, it's impossible for the National Master to come!" Xiao Sizhe said coldly, his voice was like ice, making people feel cold.

Xiao Sizhe raised his chin slightly, looking at everyone with cold eyes, his face without a trace of expression, as if he was wearing an indestructible mask. His lips were tightly pursed, the lines were stiff and cold.

His black clothes looked particularly solemn in the dim palace, and the corners of his clothes fluttered gently in the faint breeze, as if telling of his inner determination.

Xiao Sizhe's hands hung naturally on both sides of her body, her fingers slightly bent, revealing a tense strength.