Fu Jia heard the sound of armor rumbling in the distance, which was particularly terrifying in this quiet palace. He raised his head and stretched his neck, trying to breathe easier, but the pain in his heart and the empty bedroom told him that he probably couldn't survive this disaster.
He, the fifth emperor of Dayan, had only been on the throne for ten years, and now he was about to die under a conspiracy. How everything happened, Fu Jia no longer had the energy to think about. The sign of the spread of Sigui poison was the severe pain in the blood vessels all over his body, and his heart felt like it was being cut out by a knife. His clothes were already soaked through. Normally, there were palace servants waiting for him to change clothes, but now he was left on the dragon bed without any care.
The temperature of his body was retreating rapidly, and his fingertips were already cold. Fu Jia was not sure if he was still alive. His lips moved, his dark eyes looked at the man in front of him, and he only uttered three words.
……Why.
Intention: Hard work is more than tenacity