Raising a concubine under her nose, the reborn mistress marries the prince

Emperor Rong Sheng slowly turned his eyes and looked around.

The fourth prince Lin Mukun, the seventh prince Lin Murui, and the eighth prince Lin Mucong were all standing there with sad faces, while their biological mothers were silently shedding tears beside them.

The same was true for those princesses, their beautiful eyes were filled with crystal tears, which made people feel pity.

In addition, many ministers who were kneeling on the ground also had expressions of grief, as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

Emperor Rong Sheng closed his eyes slightly and sighed inwardly.

He really didn't want to speculate or ponder what these people were really thinking.

Whether it was genuine sadness or false pretense, it no longer mattered to him at this moment.

After all, at this point in life, everything is about to come to an end.

At this moment, Emperor Rong Sheng's thoughts surged like the tide, recalling his eventful life.

Back then, the late emperor did not favor him, and could even be said to have treated him coldly.

However, with his unyielding perseverance and careful planning, he fought his way through the many princes.

Eventually, he successfully ascended the supreme throne and firmly guarded the beautiful territory inherited from the previous emperor.

Although the ending was not perfect, at least under his rule, Daqing's country and people never had any mistakes.

And all this is thanks to his outstanding son, Crown Prince Lin Muheng.

"Crown Prince!" Emperor Rong Sheng opened his lips with difficulty, and the voice that came out sounded particularly hoarse and low.

His eyes searched the crowd eagerly, hoping to find the figure that made him proud as soon as possible.

Finally, when his eyes met Lin Muheng, the latter was stunned at first, as if he had not yet fully recovered from his shock. This name was really too unfamiliar.

But soon, Lin Muheng walked quickly to the dragon bed.

"Crown Princess, come here too." Emperor Rong Sheng said immediately afterwards.

Although the tone was weak, the majesty contained in it was not diminished at all. Hearing this, everyone made way, and Jiang Chuwei came to the dragon bed and respectfully saluted to Emperor Rong Sheng.

The ministers had different thoughts.

Especially those who followed King Jin's party were extremely worried.

Now the situation has changed suddenly, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of haze, which makes people worry: Will the new emperor settle the old accounts after he ascends the throne?

Emperor Rong Sheng was lying on the dragon couch, his face as pale as paper. He slightly raised his slightly weak hand and waved gently towards Lin Muheng, motioning him to come closer.

Seeing this, Lin Muheng hurriedly stepped forward and leaned close to his father.

Emperor Rong Sheng's lips moved slightly, and he said in a very weak voice: "My son, I am about to die. Today I entrust the vast land of Daqing to you! Remember, you must guard the land that your ancestors conquered, and never give it away..."

After saying these words, Emperor Rong Sheng seemed to have used up the last bit of his strength, and he looked increasingly weak.

When Lin Muheng heard these instructions, his eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in them, but he forced himself not to let them fall.

He nodded heavily and responded in a firm tone: "Don't worry, Father. I will definitely fulfill my mission and will not let you down!"

At this moment, Emperor Rong Sheng turned his eyes with difficulty and cast his gaze towards Jiang Chuwei beside him.

His eyes revealed a rare kindness, and he said slowly, "Crown Princess, from now on you must do your best to assist the Crown Prince and help him govern the world."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuwei hurriedly replied respectfully: "I will obey the Holy Order and do my best to assist His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Then, Emperor Rong Sheng slowly swept his gaze over the ministers present.

When his eyes finally fixed on the people in King Jin's party, they, who had been calm and composed, suddenly began to tremble with fear as if they were struck by lightning.

Emperor Rong Sheng took a deep breath, and then slowly spoke in a low but very majestic voice: "I don't want to dwell on the things that happened in the past. However, if from now on there are still people who dare to disrupt the government of Daqing, I believe that my prince will not easily forgive this person!"

When the people of Prince Jin's party heard this, they dared not hesitate at all. They kowtowed and thanked him, shouting: "Your Majesty is wise! Thank you for your grace!"

For a moment, the court was filled with the sounds of kowtows and expressions of gratitude.

Emperor Rong Sheng's slightly cloudy but still majestic gaze moved slowly and finally fixed on Jiang He who was standing quietly not far away.

He raised his hand slightly, making a beckoning gesture.

Seeing this, Jiang He's face was as calm as water, and he approached the dragon bed with steady and powerful steps.

Deep in his heart, Jiang He actually didn't have too many deep feelings for the supreme emperor in front of him.

It's just because he is on the throne that everyone is paying attention to.

You know, the General's Mansion has always been loyal to the Emperor. This is not due to personal friendship, but out of a firm desire to protect the country and the Daqing region.

After all, a country cannot be without a king for a day, and the mission of the General's Mansion from generation to generation is to defend the peace and stability of this vast territory.

At this time, Emperor Rong Sheng said in a slightly trembling voice: "My dear Jiang, in the future this general's mansion will need to continue to help me guard Daqing as always!" His words were full of trust and expectations.

Hearing this, Jiang He clasped his fists and bowed without hesitation and responded: "Yes, I will obey the Holy Order! I will definitely live up to the Emperor's grace!" As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Rong Sheng turned his head to look at the prince standing beside him, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Prince!" Emperor Rong Sheng called softly.

"Your son is here!" The prince quickly stepped forward and responded respectfully.

Emperor Rong Sheng held on to his last breath and said incoherently: "After I... leave, you... immediately ascend the throne and become emperor. You must not let this country fall into a situation where there is no leader... The country cannot be without... a ruler for a day..."

Having said this, he was already out of breath, but still staring into the prince's eyes, as if he wanted to convey all his unfulfilled wishes to him.

"Father! ... I will obey your command!"

The prince had already sobbed and his tears were streaming down like a flood.

At this moment, Emperor Rong Sheng finally couldn't hold on any longer, slowly closed his eyes, and left the world forever.

Imperial Physician Zhou, who had been waiting by the side, reached out and gently felt the pulse of Emperor Rong Sheng. After a moment, he turned pale, fell to his knees with a plop, and cried out in grief: "The Emperor has passed away!"

This cry exploded in the palace like a bolt from the blue, instantly triggering heart-wrenching cries from the people around.

Immediately afterwards, the low and heavy sound of funeral bells rang out and spread throughout the capital.

For a time, every household in the streets and alleys hung white spirit-calling banners to express their mourning.

The whole city was immersed in great grief, as if the heaven and earth were moved.