Death, Simulation Ends

[In the critical moment, you calmed down. You summoned Shuliduo, Empress Yelu Zhiwu, Duokouhuo, and many important court officials, preparing to explain your affairs.]

Deep within the magnificent and splendid imperial palace, the simulated Yun Ming, who had become the emperor, lay quietly on a rocking chair, clad in a black and red Dragon Robe.

His countenance seemed to have been forgotten by the years, maintaining its youthful splendor for decades, his black hair still present, only his beard adding a touch of vicissitudes.

Although his appearance seemed unchanged, his vitality had withered like dead wood.

Beside him, the beautiful and graceful Yelu Zhiwu accompanied him, her eyes filled with worry and reluctance.

Shuliduo and Duokouhuo knelt before the simulated Yun Ming, followed by a group of important officials, their sobs rising and falling, filled with sadness and reluctance.

The emperor's face was pale, and a burst of irritability surged in his heart. He sternly rebuked, "I'm not dead yet, what are you doing, mourning?"

His voice revealed the majesty and coldness of decades of conquering the north and south to establish the country, and ten years of ruling the world.

The important officials lowered their heads one after another, respectfully responding, "Please forgive us, Your Majesty!"

The emperor sighed and softened his tone slightly, "You are also heartbroken, what crime is there."

He took Yelu Zhiwu's hand and said softly, "Empress, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to hold on any longer."

Yelu Zhiwu's eyes turned red, and she held the simulated Yun Ming's hand tightly, "Your Majesty..."

The emperor continued, "The reason why I didn't make Ying Er the Crown Prince is because the position of Crown Prince is a heavy responsibility, and Ying Er is young, I'm afraid he can't bear it. I originally thought of making him Crown Prince after he grew up."

The emperor spoke lightly, his voice revealing a kind of helplessness, "But I'm afraid I won't be able to witness the day when the Crown Prince grows up, and there is no need to make Ying Er the Crown Prince. After I pass away, my eldest son, Yun Ying, will inherit the throne."

Upon hearing this, Yelu Zhiwu's tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked, "Your Majesty, you have unparalleled divine power, you will surely turn bad luck into good..."

The emperor gasped lightly, his face slightly cyanotic, but he still tried to remain calm, "Aogu, you are intelligent in your heart, always silently enduring, without any complaints. Whatever I say, you do, I remember this loyalty and deep affection in my heart."

He continued, "Over the years, even though there is no deep affection between us, it has long been transformed into family affection. After I leave, Ying Er is still young, I hope you can be regent and carefully teach him. My Han family has its own system, which should be complemented by both domineering and kingly ways, do you understand my intention?"

Yelu Zhiwu nodded with tears in her eyes, indicating that she understood.

The emperor took another deep breath and said to Yelu Zhiwu, "Your martial arts are strong, and your master is by your side, so I am relieved, and also your mother."

As he said this, the emperor paused, and the affectionate look turned into a gloomy one in the next second.

"Duokouhuo, kill Shuliduo."

As soon as these words came out, Shuliduo and the old people around her were stunned.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man finally struck Shuliduo's back of the head with a palm, and Shuliduo fell down with a face full of disbelief, and everyone was shocked.

Yelu Zhiwu and many ministers were stunned in place, at a loss.

The emperor's Dragon eyes sank slightly, and he slowly said, "Although she is your mother, she has too much ambition and will surely disrupt the government. I am doing this for the sake of you and Ying Er's future."

He glanced at the dukes of the Mobei tribes, his voice cold, "I killed her to prevent her from rebelling. Do you understand my intention?"

The dukes of the various tribes nodded one after another, cold sweat streaming down their faces, and responded in unison, "Understood! We will definitely obey the Khan's orders!"

The emperor was about to continue speaking when suddenly his throat felt sweet and salty, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

He endured the discomfort and opened his mouth with difficulty, "Mobei must be loyal for generations...cough cough..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was another violent cough.

The crowd was so frightened that their faces changed drastically.

"I can't do anything with so much power, let alone you."

The emperor pushed away Empress Yelu Zhiwu's internal energy transmission, and frowned deeply, saying, "From now on, half of my Yun Xia emperor's bloodline is Han emperor's blood, and half is Mobei king's blood. The Xia emperor is not only the Han emperor, but also your Mobei Khan. You must be loyal to him for generations, understand?"

"Your subjects understand. The Yun Xia emperor is our Mobei Khan, possesses the most noble bloodline, and is our Mobei's eternal gold."

The dukes of the various Mobei tribes said one after another.

The emperor waved his hand, took a deep breath and said, "You may leave. I want to talk to the empress alone."

"Yes!"

The ministers retreated to the back of the hall.

The emperor took out the box behind him, handed it to Yelu Zhiwu, and said weakly, "Inside this is the Elixir of Immortality. I don't know if it's real or fake, and I don't dare let your master study it. In the future, when Ying Er is able to withstand one side, if you are interested in immortality, then eat it and see. If you don't eat it, then destroy it, but don't give it to Ying Er, understand?"

Yelu Zhiwu's tearful eyes suddenly froze, and she said in shock, "Your Majesty, why don't you eat it and see? Perhaps Your Majesty can obtain immortality."

"The Elixir of Immortality's medicinal power is very strong, and with my current vitality, I can't withstand it."

The emperor blinked his sore eyes, his face full of extreme exhaustion.

"Take good care of Ying Er, and look after the vast land I have conquered."

The emperor wearily stroked Yelu Zhiwu's cheek. He sighed deeply, regretting, "I still have many things I haven't done, many things I haven't completed, and I'm about to leave you orphans and widows."

"Your Majesty!" Yelu Zhiwu heard this, and tears fell like broken beads. She tightly grasped the emperor's hand, her voice choked with sobs, "Your Majesty, what matters do you still have unfinished, what wishes unfulfilled? Your concubine is willing to share the burden for you."

The emperor was extremely weak, and an indescribable sense of exhaustion filled his body. His heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, causing unbearable pain.

His vision gradually blurred, and he murmured to himself, "Western Expedition... court system..."

A trace of unwillingness and regret appeared on his face, as well as thousands of unfinished matters, making him unable to rest in peace.

As the world before the emperor's eyes gradually fell into darkness, the light screen also dimmed slowly like his eyes, and finally disappeared completely. The audience knew very well that the protagonist's life had come to an end.

After a brief silence, the entire universe boiled, and heated discussions between various civilizations continued.

"I never thought that the protagonist who once dominated the world would end up like this."

"Good riddance! This protagonist didn't do much good in his life."

"To be honest, this kind of death is too cheap for him. He should have been made to witness the demise of the country he created with his own hands."

"Are you kidding me? The protagonist's battle with Yuan Tiangang destroyed half a city, and later he absorbed Yuan Tiangang's three hundred years of power. How terrifying is that strength! Even if his strength drops by ninety-nine percent, it would be enough to easily slaughter ordinary people."