Such dense deathly aura surrounded him—one look was enough to tell he did not have long to live.
At most three days, at least one. This man was bound to die suddenly; no matter how high your cultivation was, it would be useless. No wonder he had urgently summoned all the princes.
At the final moment before his death, the Emperor of the Golden Crow Empire wanted to awaken these princes. But the older a man grew, the more foolish he became. How could a few words from you possibly shatter the decades of schemes these princes had laid?
"I have already decided to pass the throne to the Third Prince. The imperial decree has been drafted."
Hearing the words from above, the eight princes all wore expressions that said, Just as expected. They had long since guessed it.
"Rein in your little tricks. I am not dead yet."
Looking at his nine sons, Chu Yun was filled with fury. He had always loathed brothers turning against one another. He had thought that by instilling this belief in them from childhood, things might improve in the future.
Yet before he had even died, the private schemes of his sons had become more numerous than the last.
Before he was even dead, these people could no longer hold themselves back, using every means to win over officials. By now, half the ministers in court had already been roped in.
His authority, too, was declining bit by bit.
And this was while he was still alive. If he died, would these people not turn the heavens upside down?
"From today onward, I will dispatch members of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau to protect the Third Prince with all their strength. If you do not make a move, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau will have