The sky was gloomy with a touch of red, and the dark sun seemed to be hitting the palace. The palace was shrouded in unknown darkness.
Chang Ping wiped the sword in his hand on his unclean clothes, and the blood drops that hit along the edge of the sword turned into coquettish flowers.
Outside the main hall, corpses lay scattered in a deep sleep. Emperor Yong'an remained unmoved, sitting on the dragon chair as always, even though the soles of his feet were filled with blood from his beloved eldest prince.
"That's my son's sword, my son's sword..." The crazy woman under the dragon column muttered. The Xiapei woven with golden clouds and dragon patterns fell aside, and the yellow coat was wrinkled and balled up. The solemnity of the past no longer exists.
Chang Ping used the sword that the woman cherished so much to send her off to the last stop, and her broad sleeves fell heavily to the ground.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
The Sword of Destiny points at its former master, and the similar facial features show the relationship between the two.
Changping gasped for breath, the blood in his body was boiling, the veins on the back of his hands bulged hard, red bloodshot eyes were spread all over, and the surrounding air was noisy.
"You are the one chosen by the Sword of Destiny, and this position belongs to you."
As if he already knew his ending, Emperor Yong'an closed his eyes.
Chang Ping felt that his heart was burning, and the spiritual energy all over his body was boiling.
With a flash of sword light, a thin line of blood appeared on Emperor Yong'an's neck.
In the thirty-seventh year of Yong'an, Emperor Yong'an died.
The new emperor ascended the throne and was named Changrong.
Reading guide:
1. Xinsu perspective
2. The CP direction of this article is not limited to gl, bl, bg, gb, Renwai, Narcissus, etc.
3. The main CP is Shi Su, you can guess who the male protagonist is.
Intention: Everything depends on human effort