In the Jinluan Palace, the man covered in blood chuckled at the young man on the dragon chair: "You want me to die, how dare you not die." His downcast eyes hid all the sadness and despair. There was no childhood sweetheart between them, but he didn't understand, that The emperor who said he wanted him to be with him for the rest of his life, now cold-bloodedly gave him poisonous wine. The man shook his head with a bitter smile and stopped thinking about it. He stretched out his hand and drank the wine that the eunuch was holding. As long as it was the result that Puyang Qianyi wanted, he would do it even if he died. Seeing the blood-stained people coming down, a cruel smile flashed across Puyang Qianyi's lips. He didn't understand how they could be where they are today. Maybe they had gone through too much. And that person didn't understand what was going on between them that would make him treat him like this.