On the night when Emperor Jinghe Xiao Che died, all the officials cried, the Queen Mother lowered her curtains, and the Regent knelt in front of the coffin.
Everyone thought he was dead.
Until Zhongshu Ling unfolded the posthumous edict and read aloud: The prince is young and timid, unable to inherit the throne, and he will pass on the throne as regent.
In the coffin, Xiao Che couldn't open his eyes or move his hands, but he could hear everything clearly.
That edict was not written by me.
He cannot be resurrected, cannot speak, cannot issue orders, and only has ninety-nine thoughts of the emperor. He gave the first imperial thought to the trembling seven-year-old prince who was kneeling in front of the coffin.
"Don't cry."
"Burn the edict."
From that night on, everyone in the Dayin court understood one thing: the late emperor was dead, but he had not closed his eyes.
