“Your Majesty,” she said. “My father is also going to die.”
Silence in the hall.
The Emperor on the dragon bed looked at her, his eyes momentarily blank. Yes, he remembered now. It seemed someone had said Chu Ling was ill.
It seemed he had even written a letter saying he was going to die, bidding farewell to His Majesty.
Where had that letter gone? Probably thrown into the incense burner and burned.
The Emperor lowered his gaze and said indifferently, “Even if General Chu dies, he will arrange things well for you.”
Father would certainly do so. In that previous life, she had been able to live so long because of Father. Though Father had died, he still protected her life for so many years.
No, that wasn’t right.
Chu Zhao raised her head. Father was very capable, but precisely because Father was capable, how could Xiao Xun spare her?
The Emperor would die, Father would die. If she took Xiao Yu to the border commandery with the Longwei Army beside them—Xiao Xun as Emperor would never let her go.
Not just Xiao Xun, but also the Xie clan—Xie Yanfang.
The Crown Prince died violently, Xiao Xun ascended the throne—how could Xie Yanfang accept his fate? In that previous life, even without Xiao Yu alive, he still rebelled.
In this life, with Xiao Yu alive, how could he let it rest?!
In this world, she couldn’t escape.
“Your Majesty,” she raised her head to look at the Emperor. “Since you believe my father can protect the Young Highness safely in the border commandery, why can’t you believe he can protect the Young Highness to sit firmly on this throne?”
Deng Yi glanced over. However, these words weren’t particularly strange. Having brought Xiao Yu into the palace, Chu Zhao must have the goal of having the Chu clan protect the throne. With such great merit, who would willingly miss it?
That was why he hadn’t approved of her entering earlier—because this goal was impossible.
The Emperor looked at the girl, amused by her words. “Didn’t you say yourself that he’s going to die? How can he protect the throne?”
“He may die, but as long as the world sees his heart to protect the throne, it’s as if he still lives,” Chu Zhao said.
The Emperor shook his head. “How can they see?”
No one saw him while he was alive—how would they see when he’s dead?
Chu Zhao lowered her head to look at Xiao Yu. The blank child immediately noticed and raised his head to look at her. Without speaking or asking questions, he only tightened his grip on her hand.
“Let me—” Chu Zhao raised her head and said, “be the Young Highness’s Empress.”
A bolt of lightning seemed to flash through the hall.
Deng Yi looked at this girl, momentarily slightly stunned.
So it could be done this way.
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(End of this volume)