After Rebirth, the Tyrant Begged Me to Live on His Knees

In my previous life, I died on a snowy night. He died not at the enemy's iron hoof, but at the cold will of Dongfang Chen, the young emperor whom I personally supported on the throne. He believed the slander, believed that I, the regent, was proud of his troops, and believed that I would rebel. Coughing the blood surging in my throat, looking at the spread of red on the snow, I closed my eyes and could only say: "I... Never let you down." When he opened his eyes again, he was back before he was forced to death! In the imperial study room, the young emperor's bones were turning white as he clutched the secret letter that said, "One hundred thousand cavalry are pressing down on the country, only the regent can retreat." In his previous life, he was giving orders coldly. But at this moment, I saw the panic and... Regret in his eyes that I had never seen in his previous life. The military information was fake, the medicine given was poison, and the interlocking killings were just to send me into a certain death battle. This time, he cut off the conspiracy, tore up the perjury, and even... In front of everyone's horrified eyes, he staggered and knelt down in front of the bed of me, the "powerful minister", and tightly grasped the corners of my robe that were stained with the fragrance of medicine. His voice was hoarse and broken, with a humility that an emperor had never known before: "Uncle Emperor... Don't go... Please... Live!" There was a burning fear in his eyes. The tyrant who coldly sent me to my death in my previous life is now on his knees begging me to live? The strength of his grip remained on his fingertips, which were hot but also tinged with a hint of desperate coldness. Where will this life, this game of chess, and this life that I prayed for on my knees go?