A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Eunuch Yan's heart and eyes were filled with worry about Emperor Yuxuan at this moment. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and his hands were shaking constantly.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, flickering faintly in the dim light. His voice was trembling as he asked anxiously, "Is he sick? If the Imperial Master is sick, ask him to come in the Emperor's eight-horse sedan chair! Hurry up! My little Xuanxuan, you have to hold on! This old slave can't live without you."

Eunuch Yan's face was full of anxiety, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper like ravines, and every line seemed to be telling of his worry and uneasiness.

The panic in his eyes seemed to freeze the air around him, and his cloudy eyes were full of anxiety and fear.

Eunuch Yan's skinny body leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to get closer to Emperor Yuxuan. The old palace clothes he was wearing looked even darker in the dim light, and there were some traces of wear and tear on the corners of the clothes, as if witnessing his years of hard work and vicissitudes in the palace.

His hair had turned gray and fell sparsely on his shoulders, with a few strands fluttering gently in the breeze.

His lips trembled, his teeth were a little loose, and he made a slight "crunching" sound when he spoke. He held Yu Xuandi's hands tightly, and his hands were like dry branches, but they still tried to convey warmth and comfort.

Sikong Yan looked at the scene in front of him, sighed helplessly, and said slowly: "The national teacher has passed away. Even if the gods come, there is nothing we can do! Now that he is leaving, we can only accept this reality. At this moment, we should meet the person we want to see the most!"

There was a hint of sadness in Sikong Yan's voice. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. His hands were clenched into fists, as if he was trying to suppress the complex emotions in his heart.

"What?" Emperor Yuxuan and Eunuch Yan exclaimed at the same time. They never expected that the Imperial Master would die before them. Eunuch Yan's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth slightly open, as if frozen. "Why did he die so well?"

His voice was filled with doubt and sorrow, and the trembling voice echoed in the empty palace, adding a bit of desolation.

"He fell into Daning Lake and drowned!" Xiao Sizhe didn't want to talk too much with him, and his tone was still cold. There was no expression on Xiao Sizhe's face, as if the departure of the national teacher did not affect him much.

He raised his chin slightly and looked at Eunuch Yan with cold eyes. His black clothes looked even more solemn in the dim light.

Emperor Yuxuan thought of the wooden plate floating on Daning Lake and seemed to understand how the National Master died. He sneered, and his laughter was filled with endless sadness and ridicule.

"I just want to have a good talk with Eunuch Yan! All of you go out!" Although Emperor Yuxuan's voice was weak, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

He closed his eyes slightly, his pale face was bloodless, as if life was slipping away from his body bit by bit. His lips trembled slightly, as if he was trying to suppress the pain in his heart.

Eunuch Yan's face was full of anxiety, and he hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, wait!" There was anxiety and worry in his voice, as if he was afraid that Emperor Yuxuan would make some irreversible decision at this moment.

Every wrinkle on Eunuch Yan's wrinkled face seemed to tell of his uneasiness. He stared at Emperor Yuxuan closely, his eyes full of heartache and anxiety.

After saying that, he turned his head and said to Sikong Yan, "Your Highness, call Doctor Shui to relieve the emperor's pain! This old slave really can't bear to see the emperor suffer so much! This old slave raised the emperor by himself, and this old slave has always treated him like his own son."

Eunuch Yan's eyes were full of heartache, and tears flashed in his cloudy eyes. He trembled slightly, leaning forward, as if he wanted to bear some pain for Emperor Yuxuan. His skinny hands were clenched tightly together, and his fingers turned slightly white due to the force.

"This kind of pain can't be stopped! Don't waste your time!" Xiao Sizhe said coldly. His voice was like ice, which made people shudder.

Xiao Sizhe narrowed his eyes slightly, with no expression on his face, as if he didn't care about Emperor Yuxuan's pain at all.

His stern face looked even colder in the dim light, and his black clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, adding a bit of mystery and coldness.

Emperor Yuxuan suddenly said: "I don't ask for anything, I just ask that Concubine Wan be buried with me!" His voice was resolute and cold, as if this decision was his last struggle.

There was a flash of madness in Emperor Yuxuan's eyes, a madness that came from being driven into despair. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were trembling slightly, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. His once majestic face was now filled with pain and anger.

Eunuch Yan shouted, his voice was so weak that only people nearby could hear it! "No, any concubine will do. Concubine Wan is pregnant with your child! I can't watch two lives being lost!"

Eunuch Yan's voice was filled with fear and anger, and his body was shaking slightly, as if he was pleading for Concubine Wan and her unborn child.

Eunuch Yan's eyes were wide open, full of anxiety and despair. His old voice echoed in the empty palace, sounding particularly desolate.

"What's the point of having children? They are all rebellious!"

Emperor Yuxuan said viciously, his eyes filled with disgust and anger, as if the unborn child was his enemy.

Emperor Yuxuan's face was pale, and his lips were trembling slightly, showing the anger and despair after being betrayed. His hands were clenched into fists, with veins bulging, as if he was trying to suppress the pain in his heart.

"He may be a rebellious species to you, but he is a good species to the people of the world! This is your only dignity and pride!"

Eunuch Yan said loudly, his eyes full of determination and hope. Eunuch Yan slightly straightened his chest, as if he was fighting for the right to live for the unborn child.

His voice echoed in the palace with an unquestionable power.

Emperor Yuxuan looked at Eunuch Yan in astonishment, his eyes full of confusion and shock. Emperor Yuxuan opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

His body trembled slightly, as if he was thinking about what Eunuch Yan said. His confused eyes stayed on Eunuch Yan's face for a moment, and then he slowly lowered his head.

Sikong Yan snorted coldly, his eyes full of determination and courage. He straightened his spine, looked at Emperor Yuxuan proudly, and said in a resounding voice: "You want my mother to be buried with me? You are not worthy! From now on, the system of burying with others must be abolished! Have you ever thought about how many innocent lives will be cruelly taken away if you are buried with others? How can you, a foolish and unjust king, decide the life and death of others?"

Sikong Yan's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Emperor Yuxuan's heart. His voice echoed in the palace, showing his bravery and determination, a force that fearlessly fought for justice and innocent lives.

"You..." Emperor Yuxuan was speechless when facing his son. He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. Emperor Yuxuan's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to start. His heart was filled with anger and helplessness. As a king, he was now contradicted by his son.

His body trembled slightly, as if he was trying to suppress the complex emotions in his heart. Emperor Yuxuan's eyes flashed with confusion. He didn't know what he had done wrong and why he had come to this point.