OBS Chapter 160 Always Rushing to the Last Second
Chapter 160 Always Rushing to the Last Second
Emperor Tianyuan waved his hand with a gloomy expression, signaling everyone present to leave the palace quickly.
After everyone had left, he gave a sharp look to the shadows, and several dark figures quietly appeared, ordered to take away the person who needed to be dealt with.
After that, only Emperor Tianyuan and his personal eunuch remained in the entire hall.
This eunuch has been by Emperor Tianyuan's side since he was a child, and can be said to have witnessed Emperor Tianyuan's growth to this day.
In the inner palace, a place rife with deceit and intrigue, it was this eunuch who remained steadfastly by his side, weathering countless storms together.
It seems that even someone in a high position like Emperor Tianyuan still has someone he can rely on and trust deep down. However, whether this person is truly loyal to him is unknown!
At this moment, Emperor Tianyuan was completely devoid of the majestic image he usually displayed as a monarch in the court, instead exhibiting a state of near madness.
His eyes were bloodshot, with visible blood vessels in his eye sockets, and he seemed to have gone mad.
Suddenly, he grabbed the collar of his eunuch beside him and demanded in a hoarse voice, "Eunuch, tell me, why does everyone in this world look down on me? I am now the emperor, the Son of Heaven, possessing the world and bearing the supreme glory of the throne, yet why do they still despise me? Ahhh... tell me quickly, what is the reason?"
Emperor Tianyuan's emotions grew increasingly agitated, his hands unconsciously tightening their grip, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment and unwillingness in his heart through this action.
However, in the next moment, he seemed to suddenly come to his senses, slowly released his hand, and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his father-in-law's clothes caused by his previous overreaction.
Then, with a face full of remorse, he murmured to himself, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Father-in-law. I really lost control just now. I didn't mean to hurt you. How could I bear to lay a hand on you? Right? I still hope to have you by my side for a long time, to accompany me through the long river of time!"
After speaking, Emperor Tianyuan closed his eyes tightly, his hands gripping the armrests of the dragon throne, a symbol of supreme power, and gently stroking them inch by inch, as if trying to find some solace in the cold, hard touch.
The exquisite dragon pattern above seemed to come alive, baring its fangs and claws, constantly proclaiming a fact to him—this was his world, this was his supreme throne, and even the myriad beings on this vast land were his subjects.
At this moment, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally calmed down a little.
Only when he sat securely on the dragon throne, which symbolized the pinnacle of power, could he truly feel that unparalleled sense of security and deep inner satisfaction.
Just moments ago, the eunuch whose collar the emperor had grabbed had his back soaked with cold sweat.
Although he had witnessed the emperor lose control of his emotions and fly into a rage countless times, he had never felt as terrified as he did at this moment.
The oppressive aura emanating from the emperor before them was unprecedentedly terrifying, and his madness today was vastly different from that of the past.
In that instant, a sense of regret welled up in his heart: This coveted throne has truly caused a great deal of harm!
Looking back, the person inside the palace was still so pure and kind, like a flawless piece of jade.
But now, it has transformed into this state, filled with suspicion and distrust.
Could it be that he really took the wrong path?
"Go immediately and convey my decree! Tell everyone that I naturally love and cherish my beloved son! As for Jing Sheng, he is a heinous criminal. His death in prison is entirely his own fault and deserved, and this matter has absolutely nothing to do with the Crown Prince!" Emperor Tianyuan said, while gently rubbing his brow, then waved his hand, signaling the eunuch to leave.
After the eunuch left, Emperor Tianyuan slowly stood up, walked around the throne, and came to the back of it.
He skillfully opened a hidden mechanism, then stepped inside without hesitation...
It's as if he's been to this place countless times; he could find it even with his eyes closed.
Outside the city, a bustling crowd eagerly awaited their arrival; they had been waiting there for a long time.
As the sun gradually set, with only a quarter of an hour left before it completely disappeared, people finally saw the figure in purple robes with a delicate face slowly approaching.
"Oh dear, I really don't know what to say about this old emperor. He's so patient. Everyone's been talking about him all day, and he only just sent someone over now!" Sang Yu exclaimed with a mocking expression. He was always one to join in the fun and stir up trouble.
Murong Qian, standing to the side, seemed not to hear anything; he was already used to Sang Yu's chatter.
All afternoon, Sangyu was like a sparrow that never stopped chirping and chattering.
Murong Qian was always taciturn, and most of the time, he would just stand there silently, letting Sang Yu talk to herself.
That afternoon, Sang Yu fully unleashed the power of his mouth, first launching a tirade against General Nan, then turning his attention to the Crown Prince, and even the old Emperor was not spared.
In the course of that afternoon, he criticized almost everyone present.
Listen to this! General Nan next door is sneezing non-stop right now!
"Achoo—" Each sneeze sounded exceptionally loud, as if it were an attempt to vent all the frustration in one's heart.
Seeing this, the guards beside him quickly stepped forward, draped a thick coat over the general's shoulders, and said with concern, "General, the sun is about to set, and the night is chilly and dewy. Please be careful not to catch a cold!"
Although General Nan still appears imposing on the surface, in reality, due to his years of fighting on the battlefield and not receiving proper care, his body has long suffered from many incurable internal injuries.
Now, after experiencing many hardships, he has finally returned to the bustling and familiar capital city of Kyoto, but he feels exhausted and utterly worn out.
The passage of time and the trials of life have robbed him of the strength and vigor of his youth, and his once agile figure has become somewhat hunched.
Looking back, he was strong and vigorous, full of vigor, as if he had inexhaustible energy and strength, and could easily conquer all difficulties and challenges.
However, as time went by, countless setbacks and hardships followed, gradually wearing away his vigor and ambition.
Now, faced with the hustle and bustle and extravagance of this city, he seems more like a lonely traveler, dragging his heavy steps forward with difficulty.