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Chapter 945: Chapter 943: The Tragedy of the Imperial Palace

“If you want to kill him, just do it. There’s no need to perform for me,” Chu Yihan said with an indifferent expression.

He didn’t care about the empress’s intention to kill Chu Mingyuan, nor did he intend to save him.

Instead, his attention was drawn to the person lying on a bed placed beside the dragon throne.

It was Chu Chengye.

After months of no sighting, he seemed to be even more ill than Chu Mingyuan, his face as pale as a corpse’s, froth at his mouth, and mumbling incoherently.

Chu Yihan couldn’t hear clearly, nor was he interested in listening anymore.

Seeing that he was unmoved, the empress raised her hand and stabbed a hole in Chu Mingyuan’s arm.

“Ah… Ah…”

Chu Mingyuan cried out in agony, his expression distorted with pain. Unable to struggle, he could only shed tears while emitting pitiful screams.

Chu Yihan set the Qingfeng Sword on the ground, folded his arms, and spoke with the same indifference, “Do you dare to plot the murder of the emperor, wishing to die along with your son?”

“No!”

The empress screamed.

Wild-eyed and disheveled, her appearance was ghastly, her gaze fervent and frenzied, “I can die, the emperor can die! Everyone in this world can die! But my son… he cannot!”

With one hand, she forcibly lifted the immobilized Chu Mingyuan, holding him as a threat to Chu Yihan, “Chu Yihan, I want you to heal my Ye’er. Your woman, Su Yingxue, she is a genius doctor. The court physicians in the palace and the doctors from the people can’t heal what she can. She must be able to cure him!”

Chu Yihan’s lips parted slightly, uttering just two words: “Dream on.”

Chu Chengye wasn’t even worthy to carry Su Yingxue’s shoes!

And she was to heal him?

“Don’t think that the emperor is useless now! You may not care about his life or death, but what about the subjects under the heavens? Don’t they care?” The empress was emotional, and, not controlling her strength well, she plunged the dagger deeper into Chu Mingyuan’s body.

“Wu… Wuuu!”

Chu Mingyuan, unable to speak, could only let out even more piercing screams.

No one would have imagined that the emperor, once so high above, had fallen to such a wretched state.

Chu Yihan had no interest in wasting time with them and picked up his sword to leave.

“Stop! Chu Yihan! If you dare to walk out of here, I will kill the emperor! Then I will commit suicide with Ye’er! The people I have arranged outside the palace are already prepared. The news that you forced us, mother and sons, to our deaths will spread immediately, and by then, if you wish to secure this throne… dream on! The subjects under the heavens will not accept you, and more traitors will stir up chaos! The Great Cheng Dynasty is troubled both internally and externally, it cannot withstand such turbulence! You must agree to my demand, let Su Yingxue cure Ye’er!”

The empress, holding the dagger, cried hysterically.

Chu Yihan was her last hope. Only he could make Su Yingxue take action!

Only Su Yingxue could save Ye’er, her beloved son!

“Mother… don’t…”

Chu Chengye struggled to let out indistinct sounds.

The empress understood, but her heart ached even more.

She held Chu Chengye and wept ceaselessly, “Ye’er, mother must save you! You must live! Mother can die! Mother can die a thousand times over for you! But you… must live! Ah!”

The empress was not the proud figure she once was; at that moment, she was just a powerless mother using the last of her strength to protect her beloved son.

Chu Yihan looked at the empress and coldly replied to her, “Your plan is not bad, but I, Your Highness, don’t need to be threatened by you.”

Chapter 945: Chapter 943: The Tragedy of the Imperial Palace

“If you want to kill him, just do it. There’s no need to perform for me,” Chu Yihan said with an indifferent expression.

He didn’t care about the empress’s intention to kill Chu Mingyuan, nor did he intend to save him.

Instead, his attention was drawn to the person lying on a bed placed beside the dragon throne.

It was Chu Chengye.

After months of no sighting, he seemed to be even more ill than Chu Mingyuan, his face as pale as a corpse’s, froth at his mouth, and mumbling incoherently.

Chu Yihan couldn’t hear clearly, nor was he interested in listening anymore.

Seeing that he was unmoved, the empress raised her hand and stabbed a hole in Chu Mingyuan’s arm.

“Ah… Ah…”

Chu Mingyuan cried out in agony, his expression distorted with pain. Unable to struggle, he could only shed tears while emitting pitiful screams.

Chu Yihan set the Qingfeng Sword on the ground, folded his arms, and spoke with the same indifference, “Do you dare to plot the murder of the emperor, wishing to die along with your son?”

“No!”

The empress screamed.

Wild-eyed and disheveled, her appearance was ghastly, her gaze fervent and frenzied, “I can die, the emperor can die! Everyone in this world can die! But my son… he cannot!”

With one hand, she forcibly lifted the immobilized Chu Mingyuan, holding him as a threat to Chu Yihan, “Chu Yihan, I want you to heal my Ye’er. Your woman, Su Yingxue, she is a genius doctor. The court physicians in the palace and the doctors from the people can’t heal what she can. She must be able to cure him!”

Chu Yihan’s lips parted slightly, uttering just two words: “Dream on.”

Chu Chengye wasn’t even worthy to carry Su Yingxue’s shoes!

And she was to heal him?

“Don’t think that the emperor is useless now! You may not care about his life or death, but what about the subjects under the heavens? Don’t they care?” The empress was emotional, and, not controlling her strength well, she plunged the dagger deeper into Chu Mingyuan’s body.

“Wu… Wuuu!”

Chu Mingyuan, unable to speak, could only let out even more piercing screams.

No one would have imagined that the emperor, once so high above, had fallen to such a wretched state.

Chu Yihan had no interest in wasting time with them and picked up his sword to leave.

“Stop! Chu Yihan! If you dare to walk out of here, I will kill the emperor! Then I will commit suicide with Ye’er! The people I have arranged outside the palace are already prepared. The news that you forced us, mother and sons, to our deaths will spread immediately, and by then, if you wish to secure this throne… dream on! The subjects under the heavens will not accept you, and more traitors will stir up chaos! The Great Cheng Dynasty is troubled both internally and externally, it cannot withstand such turbulence! You must agree to my demand, let Su Yingxue cure Ye’er!”

The empress, holding the dagger, cried hysterically.

Chu Yihan was her last hope. Only he could make Su Yingxue take action!

Only Su Yingxue could save Ye’er, her beloved son!

“Mother… don’t…”

Chu Chengye struggled to let out indistinct sounds.

The empress understood, but her heart ached even more.

She held Chu Chengye and wept ceaselessly, “Ye’er, mother must save you! You must live! Mother can die! Mother can die a thousand times over for you! But you… must live! Ah!”

The empress was not the proud figure she once was; at that moment, she was just a powerless mother using the last of her strength to protect her beloved son.

Chu Yihan looked at the empress and coldly replied to her, “Your plan is not bad, but I, Your Highness, don’t need to be threatened by you.”