After coughing up black blood, the old emperor took several deep breaths and felt that he could move his body and speak again.
He excitedly stretched out his hand and gripped Chu Han's tightly.
Seeing the tears in the emperor's eyes, Chu Han could not help but sigh. For an emperor to be driven to such a state was truly unprecedented.
At this moment, the palace maids and eunuchs beside the bed were already kneeling all over the floor, trembling desperately in fear after the truth had come to light.
Imperial Consort was filled with disbelief. "Impossible! This is impossible!"
The emperor had clearly been deeply poisoned. How could he still have the strength to raise his hand?
The emperor looked at Imperial Consort but spoke to Chu Han. "Can you help me kill a few people?"
A sharp gleam flashed in Chu Han's eyes. "Just tell me which ones don't need to die."
"Keep Imperial Consort for interrogation." The emperor spoke haltingly. "Leave no one else alive."
Chu Han curled his lips. In the next instant, he had already entered the crowd sprawled across the floor. His axe rose and fell as he slaughtered them without mercy.
Heads fell one after another, staining the bedchamber red as the stench of blood soared into the air.
Imperial Consort screamed and tried to flee several times, only to be dragged back by Chu Han each time. Only after everyone had been killed, leaving behind just the palace maid who had initially been tied up and Imperial Consort, did Chu Han stop. He seized the two women and brought them before the emperor.
By then, the emperor was able to sit up. He looked at the two women kneeling before him—one was the personal maid who had served him day and night,