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“Alas, you will not understand even after explaining to you.” Da Si Ming sighed and patted the emperor’s thin, bony shoulders, “Ah-Jun, you’re just a mundane hedonistic emperor… The bloodline of the Xingzun Emperor was already in decline when it was passed down to you. Now that Heaven and Earth are about to fall, you can’t afford to take on this heavy responsibility, so I’m the only one who can handle the situation.”

While saying this, the Grand Master’s face suddenly turned gloomy as he gritted his teeth, “Moreover, I also want you to taste what Ah-Yan had suffered back then!”

“…” In that instant, the tremor in the Emperor’s body stopped and the breath in his throat froze.

Ah-Yan! Was he talking about the Empress Bai Yan?

Being the deepest taboo in his heart, everything associated with that woman has been destroyed by him over the years, including the buildings she has lived in, the clothes she once wore, the palace maids she came into contact with… and for that matter, even the royal son she gave birth to.

Having erased completely from his life the woman who had once been his wife, he thought he would never again be overshadowed by her – and yet, in the final moments of his existence, he came to hear that name again! And to actually hear it from his own xiongdi’s mouth?

The Grand Master had been serving the gods in the temple at the top of the White Tower for a long time, so why did he… suddenly lash out to avenge the dead empress on her behalf?

The Bei Mian Emperor stared with rigid disbelief at his own fellow brother, his hand clenching spasmodically through the brocade, his withered body trembling incessantly with suspicion and anger.

“I loved Ah-Yan.” The Grand Master looked at him and spoke frankly, “You didn’t know that, did you?”

The Emperor winced violently and suddenly sat up out of nowhere!

The emperor’s eyes were in a state of shock and malice, and he gasped hastily, but could not utter a word. Yet Da Si Ming and his dying peer looked straight at each other, their eyes unflinching and containing the same intense glare.

“If it weren’t for you, Ah-Yan wouldn’t have died!” Da Si Ming whispered in a chilling tone, and although several decades had passed, the anger and bitterness were still hard to suppress, “You useless fool, you killed her in vain!”

“…” the Emperor clenched his fists and gave a deadly glare at his xiongdi, gasping violently.

“Just look at the shocked expression on your face… you idiot.” The Grand Master laughed cynically, “From the beginning to the end, you didn’t understand anything at all!”

“You had no idea, did you? I was fifteen when I first met Ah-Yan.” Da Si Ming gazed at him with hatred in his eyes and went on to say, “She should have been mine – but she was devoted to you and the Royal Father agreed to the marriage and I couldn’t contest it, so I went away to cultivate alone. And yet…”

At this point, he could no longer restrain the anger in his tone: “But since you married her to make her become your Empress, why did you treat her coldly and prefer to pamper only that shark slave girl?!”

The Emperor’s lips opened and closed for a moment, but they were too feeble to utter a single word.

“Moreover, you actually deposed your own empress because of that shark maiden!” Da Si Ming sneered as he looked at the dying Emperor of Kongsang, “For the death of a slave shark, you even went so far as to incriminate Ah-Yan over it! She was the Empress of Kongsang, the mother of your firstborn son – you actually deprived her of all her status and dignity, humiliated her and threw her into the Cold Palace, just for the sake of a maiden slave!”

“…” The Emperor was still too weak to be able to speak, but his breathing turned fierce, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, and suddenly, with a sudden surge of strength out of nowhere, he unexpectedly raised his hand tremblingly and threw the vermilion pen in his hand at him!

The mention of the death of the woman he loved the most in his life continued to haunt the dying man who was unable to let go.

Back then, when the Emperor returned from the Jiuyi Temple at the end of the Grand Ritual Ceremony, he found that his favorite concubine had been caned to death and her eyes had been plucked out and made into two azure pearls which have been attached to the Empress’s ceremonial veil – his rage at that moment almost drove him to madness and he almost killed Empress Bai Yan with his long sword!

The decision to banish her from the Imperial Palace for life and send her to perish on her own on the Cold Palace was the most resolute decision he could take, despite all the Vassals’ efforts to dissuade him from doing so, what more could he want from him now?

“No… no, you are not allowed…” the Emperor gasped fiercely but could not manage to utter a sustained sentence without panting, “you are not allowed to speak about Autumn Water…”

However, the Grand Master merely tilted his head to the side and dodged the vermilion pen he threw at him.

All of the Emperor’s remaining energy was consumed with that one simple movement, and his whole body convulsed, collapsing onto the bed, barely able to breathe and turning pale from the agony.

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Da Si Ming watched the angry, struggling man with a sense of glee similar to vengeance in his eyes, “When a person reaches the time when his yang lifespan should be exhausted, but he is left hanging by a thread, with his three souls in disorder and his seven spirits collapsed, that kind of pain is impossible to describe… Hah, what a karmic retribution.”

The voice of the Grand Master was light and chilling as he glared down at the dying emperor: “When Ah-Yan was seriously ill and at the end of her life, she spent seven days and nights in the Cold Palace, wandering and crying around, but nobody in the three palaces dared to spare a glance at her because they were afraid of you – now I want you to experience all the hardships and misery she endured before she died! “

The Bei Mian Emperor’s hands trembled as he coughed loudly from the bottom of his lungs, but not a word was coming further for him.

“How could you not be aware of the fact that your Empress was dragging around into the Cold Palace for so long before she died? Or did you simply refused even to bother about her death?!”

Suddenly losing control, Da Si Ming grabbed the defenseless Emperor and snapped, “Even after her death, you still wanted to humiliate her by preventing her from being buried in the Valley of the Kings as your Empress! — you bastard!”

“…” The dying Emperor of Kongsang stared at him, but there was no remorse in his eyes, his lips opened and closed slightly, and he spat out two words in a muffled whisper.

“So you think she deserved it?” The Grand Master looked at his xiongdi and suddenly his eyes went blazingly enraged as he slapped the Emperor hard across the face!

The frail Bei Mian Emperor was knocked straight out and landed back on his bed, panting sharply and remaining motionless for a long time. The dying man raised his head to look up at the magnificent and unparalleled splendor above his sleeping pavilion and, perhaps remembering something, a tear suddenly sprang out from the corner of his eye and slowly slid down across his thin face.

“These tears of yours are for that shark slave girl, is that so? After so many years, you still can’t forget that lowly slave…” Da Si Ming looked at him with hatred and anger in his eyes, “If you could shed a single tear for Ah-Yan, at least she would be at peace – a pity that she counted less than nothing in your heart.”

The Grand Master’s voice trailed off as he murmured, “Fate can be so cruel… The unattainable precious treasure of my life is actually just mere dust in your eyes.”

The dying emperor was like a piece of rotting wood, shivering silently in the pile of brocade with a feeble breath. Yet deep within his eyes, there was a constant buried anger and resentment that was defiant and unrepentant.

“I really do hate you very much… brother!”

Da Si Ming looked at his xiongdi and his voice also carried a profound sense of rage and hatred, “I should have killed you a long time ago in order to give Ah-Yan a proper funeral.”

The Emperor turned his head to glance at Da Si Ming with what appeared to be a questioning glint in his eyes.

“You are the real Son of Heaven, the Emperor’s star shines above your destiny path, and those who stand in your way are vanquished. I know a lot about astrology, so I dare not go against the order of the Heavens after all,” the Grand Master sighed and clenched his fist, “but I’ve waited so long for this day – for the time when your breath will finally run out! Now, I will slay you as if I were to crush an ant.”

The Bei Mian Emperor gasped sharply on his deathbed, staring at the old man with a strange, complicated look in his eyes. However, there was not a trace of fear or pleading in them.

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