The night wind is blowing gently, the autumn chill is deep into the bones, and the winter snow is coming.
The lights in the imperial study were bright and yellow. The emperor was crouching at his desk to review, his brows slightly furrowed and his expression solemn. The only person in the room was standing at the desk with his eyes lowered and respectfully.
The heating fire burned extremely brightly, and the red coals occasionally made the sound of sparks exploding.
After a long time, the emperor put down his pen and raised his head. A long, simple gold hairpin tied his black hair meticulously. The five-clawed golden dragon and yellow robe embroidered with gold threads showed that the young and handsome emperor was unapproachable.
The emperor looked at the person in front of him and said, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Yan Zhuo lowered his head and moved his lips slightly, but in the end he had no words.
"The newlywed wife is pregnant," the emperor asked again, "what are you doing here?"
Yan Zhuo's nose was sore and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, but he still didn't answer.
The emperor sat high on the dragon chair and looked at the people under the case quietly. After a long time, he spoke again: "I want my heir to inherit the throne." Yan Zhuo raised his head fiercely and met the emperor's eyes in fear. The emperor continued to say gently and coldly, "You give it to me."
Yan Zhuo immediately knelt down, touched his forehead to the ground, and shouted tremblingly: "Your Majesty!"
"The man who went out just now is Yang Guangji, the son of Yang Shangshu." The emperor's words were still calm, "It was either you or him."
Yan Zhuo's heart twitched, the pain made him tremble, and there were several blood marks on the palms of his clenched fists.
"Yan Zhuo," the emperor asked, "is it you or him?"
Yan Zhuo's face turned pale, his hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't make a decision for a long time.
"Is it you or him?" The emperor stood up and said decisively, "Speak!"
Intention: If you want power, you have to make choices. No matter how beautiful the emotions are, they can only serve as a foil to the imperial power.