The Reborn Legitimate Son: The System Helps Me Claim the Heirship

The imperial dungeon was dark and damp. Two guards held Zhao Yan by the shoulders as Second Prince Zhao Heng sneered, a cup of poisoned wine in hand. “The Crown Prince’s study companion? A poor scholar like you dares get caught up in the fight for the throne. This cup will send you on your way.” The poison burned as it went down, its fiery sensation spreading from his throat to his innards. The last thing he saw was the Crown Prince, chained in iron and wearing a look of utter despair, before his consciousness sank into darkness.