All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

In the end, the light in the boy's eyes became weaker and dimmer.

He lowered his head and said in a bitter voice, "I never thought that in the end, all of this was just a scam, and the sacrifice I made was just a joke..."

Shen Lingxi: "..."

Her mood also became complicated and difficult with the dim light in the boy's eyes.

It's hard to tell such a 15-year-old, the brutal truth.

But this is indeed the truth of everything.

With such a pure and kind soul, he thought that he was not loved by his father, but he never felt a trace of resentment. Instead, he was willing to use his own death to dissolve the shadow in the emperor's heart.

This child who has not felt much love since birth.

From beginning to end, he owes nothing to anyone.

But willing to end his living life,

Just for the sake of the mother clan who has never met before, and the so-called royal family of the Chu family will last forever.

Shen Lingxi's heart suddenly tightened with pain.

She seemed to see something of herself in this young man.

Same 15 years old.

Also a member of the royal family.

Neither is loved by his father.

At the same young age, he died for his country, but it was just a ridiculous farce...

Her eye sockets are getting hotter and hotter, and the soreness at the tip of her nose is becoming more and more uncontrollable.

Suddenly, she wanted to do something for this baby.

At least, let him rest in peace, go on the road with peace of mind, and invest in a good family in his next life.

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At night, the emperor and Concubine Zhao came to Prince An's mansion as promised, accompanied by the eldest princess Chu Ying and the emperor's grandson Chu Yan.

Emperor Chuye walked in the front with a gloomy expression. Two years later, he climbed up to the attic again. The pain of losing his son is still unforgettable.

Behind him, Concubine Zhao and Princess Eldest followed side by side, followed by Chu Yan in black and python robes, and Zhao Dong with a haggard look.

Ever since the affair between Concubine Cui and Eunuch Chang came to light, the Eldest Princess hated the Zhao family deeply, and she even alienated a lot from Concubine Zhao who had repeatedly pleaded for mercy for the Zhao family.

In addition, the emperor gently let go of the Duke of Wei's mansion, which made her even more resentful and hard to appease.

This time she came to Prince An's Mansion purely to find fault.

Therefore, the eldest princess followed the emperor and climbed into the attic.

Seeing the old and trembling appearance of Shen Lingxi's pretended "Zhang Xianchang", the eldest princess sarcastically mercilessly said, "Zhang Xianchang can't even walk steadily, and he can come out to deceive people. It really is hard work!" , I am not afraid of losing my lifespan, and the sky will be struck by lightning."

"Zhang Xianchang" covered his lips, coughed twice, his voice was old and hoarse, "Thank you for your concern, the poor Taoist is on the verge of decay, and before he dies, he can do his last bit of strength for His Highness King An, so that His Highness can rest under the Nine Springs." Sleeping, it is the luck of the poor, and it can also be used to repay the king's kindness."

The eldest princess snorted coldly, and wanted to say more——
"Okay." The emperor said in a deep voice, "Ah Ying, the chief celestial is here to practice Jiulang's method, so please don't say a few words."

The words were full of protection for Zhang Xianzhang, and it seemed that, just like the rumors, he believed in Zhang Xianzhang...

The eldest princess knew the temper of the emperor's brother, so she stopped talking, and only gave "Zhang Xianchang" a cold look.

After the emperor took his seat, he found the place farthest from Concubine Zhao and Zhao Dong to sit.

Chu Yan sat next to her.

The eldest princess lowered her voice, "Why did you let this magic stick into Beijing? If he talks nonsense in front of the emperor, aren't you asking for trouble?"

"Yuzhu is dead, he can summon the soul, wouldn't it be just right to summon Yuzhu's soul to confront Zhao Dong." Chu Yan said meaningfully.

The eldest princess never expected that she would hear such words from him, and her phoenix eyes couldn't hide her surprise.

"Liulang, you never believed in this before." The eldest princess sighed, "It seems that you really like that girl of the Shen family, and you don't even resist such gods and ghosts anymore."

Chu Yan slightly raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

With such an attitude, the Eldest Princess couldn't help feeling a little curious, and even wanted to see what the old way of summoning souls could bring out today.

While the two were talking, the candlelight in the attic suddenly dimmed.

The position and layout of the white cloth screen is the same as that in Jinxiu Pavilion.

In the middle of the formation, a bright yellow futon was also placed under the beam where King An committed suicide.

Daoist A Yuan invited Zhao Dong to the futon, and handed him a dagger, "The Immortal said, let you deal with the summoned souls just like the time in the Jinxiu Pavilion, and then wait for the opportunity to stab him to death .”

As the saying goes, the first time is born, the second time is cooked.

This time, with the heavy dagger in hand, Zhao Dong thought of the scene where he stabbed Zhenniang's soul to death without much effort last time, and he made up his mind.

"Don't worry, Immortal Chief, I will live up to my trust."

"Zhang Xianchang" nodded to him, stood in front of the white cloth screen, and said hoarsely with an old voice: "After the spirit summoning begins, please don't make any noise easily, so as not to scare away the souls of the dead."

The emperor and Concubine Zhao had seen such a scene before, so they nodded.

The eldest princess never believed this, looked at Zhao Dong sitting on the futon, and snorted coldly.

As for Chu Yan, he picked up the teacup next to him calmly, as if he had nothing to do with him.

The only remaining candle in the attic was extinguished by Ah Yuan, and the old voice of "Zhang Immortal" chanting sutras echoed in the moonlit room.

About half a cup of tea passed, and the chanting stopped abruptly.

A candle was lit behind the white cloth screen, and the flickering candle cast a phantom on the screen.

That phantom stood behind the screen, thin and thin, wearing a hat, looking like a young man.

Zhao Dong only felt that the dead soul looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

The only thing he can be sure of is that this person is not Yu Zhu.

"Where did you come from, a lonely ghost, report your name quickly!"

The young man laughed, as if mocking, "Duke Wei, I haven't seen you for two years, have you already forgotten me?"

As soon as the voice came out, everyone present changed their expressions.

The emperor suddenly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the shadow on the screen.

Before the soul shadow could make a sound, he had already recognized that it was his son, his Jiulang.

Two full years had passed, and every time he dreamed back at midnight, the emperor would recall the frightened look in the boy's eyes when he checked his homework because he gave a wrong answer.

At that time, he only wanted to encourage the growth of the seedlings, so that the young man could take charge of himself and inherit the great power in the future.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the yin and yang were separated, and it ended up being nothing.

Tonight, the emperor learned that Zhang Xianchang came out of the mountain again after two years, and he wanted to do it here.

So he came here specially, in order to see Jiulang again like when he saw his mother and concubine back then.

As wise as he is, how could he not know that this "Zhang Immortal" is just a quack alchemist.

The so-called "spiritualism" is nothing more than some heresy tricks to deceive people.

But even so, he still wanted to see his son again.

Now, when he saw it, he knew that the ghost image was fake, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that Jiulang would run away because he was afraid of him.

The emperor's eyes were slightly red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Concubine Zhao at the side also whispered, "This is Jiulang, it's Jiulang..."

The eldest princess didn't believe it at first, but when she heard the voice of the ghost figure that was almost exactly the same as that of the late King An, her heart twitched, "Jiulang..."

But Zhao Dong, who was sitting alone on the futon, was about to be scared out of his wits.

No matter what, he never imagined that this soul-calling technique didn't bring out Yuzhu, an evil ghost, but Wang An!

If Wang An said something that shouldn't be said, wouldn't his head be moved.

"An, Your Highness King An, how could it be you?" Zhao Dong laughed stiffly, "How can I not remember His Highness, of course I remember, I am teasing, teasing you..."

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