At the critical moment, you calmed down. You summoned Shuliduo, Empress Yelu Zhiwu, Duokouhuo, and many important court officials, preparing to arrange your final affairs.
Deep within the magnificent and lavish imperial palace, Simulation Yun Ming, now emperor, lay quietly in a rocking chair, dressed in a black-and-red Dragon Robe.
His face seemed forgotten by the passage of time, retaining its youthful brilliance as it had for decades. His black hair remained unchanged, though his beard lent him a touch of weathered age.
Although his appearance seemed unchanged, his vital energy had already withered like dead wood.
At his side sat Yelü Zhiwu, graceful and regal in bearing, her eyes filled with worry and reluctance.
Shuliduo and Duokouhuo knelt before Simulation Yun Ming, while a host of high ministers stood behind them. Their choked sobs rose and fell, full of grief and unwillingness to part.
The emperor's face was pale, and irritation surged within him. He snapped, "I'm not dead yet. What are you crying at my funeral for?"
His voice carried the majesty and cold severity of a man who had fought across the land for decades to found a nation, then ruled the world for ten years.
The ministers all lowered their heads and respectfully replied, "Please forgive us, Your Majesty!"
The emperor sighed, his tone softening slightly. "You are merely overcome with grief. What crime is there in that?"
He took Yelü Zhiwu's hand and said softly, "Empress, I fear I cannot hold on much longer."
Yelü Zhiwu's eyes reddened as she tightly gripped Simulation Yun Ming's hand. "Your Majesty..."
The emperor continued, "The reason I never named Ying Er Crown Prince was because the position bears immense responsibility. He is still young and may not be able to shoulder it. I had intended to wait until he grew older before conferring the title."
The emperor spoke evenly, though helplessness showed in his voice. "But I fear I will not live to see the day the Crown Prince grows up. There is no need to name Ying Er Crown Prince anymore. After I pass, my Firstborn Son, Yun Ying, will inherit the throne."
Upon hearing this, tears spilled from Yelü Zhiwu's eyes. She choked out, "Your Majesty, your World-Shaking Divine Skill will surely see you through danger..."
The emperor breathed lightly, his face slightly bluish-purple, yet he still struggled to remain composed. "Aogu, you are wise and gentle at heart. You have always endured in silence without complaint. Whatever I said, you did. I will never forget this loyalty and deep affection."
He continued, "Though there was never profound love between us over these years, it has long since become familial affection. After I am gone, Ying Er will still be young. I hope you can serve as regent and guide him with care. We Han have our own system: rule by hegemony and rule by virtue must complement one another. Do you understand my intent?"
Yelü Zhiwu nodded through her tears, indicating that she understood.
The emperor took another deep breath and said to Yelü Zhiwu, "Your martial arts are formidable, and your master is by your side, so I am at ease. And there is also your mother."
As he spoke, the emperor paused. In the next instant, the warmth on his face turned icy.
"Duokouhuo, kill Shuliduo."
At those words, Shuliduo and the elder beside her were both stunned.
After hesitating for a moment, the elder ultimately struck Shuliduo in the back of the head with a palm. Shuliduo fell with disbelief written all over her face, shocking everyone.
Yelü Zhiwu and the many ministers stood frozen in place, at a complete loss.
The emperor's dragon eyes darkened as he slowly said, "She may be your mother, but her ambition is too great. She will certainly disrupt the government. What I have done is truly for the sake of you and Ying Er's future."
He glanced at the Grand Dukes of the Mobei Tribes, his voice cold. "I killed her to prevent her from rebelling. Do you understand my intent?"
The Grand Dukes of the various tribes all nodded, cold sweat streaming down their faces as they answered in unison, "We understand! We will absolutely obey the Khan's command!"
The emperor was about to continue when sweetness and saltiness suddenly filled his throat, and a mouthful of blood burst forth uncontrollably.
He forced down his discomfort and spoke with difficulty. "Mobei must remain loyal for generations... cough, cough..."
Before he could finish, another violent fit of coughing overtook him.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically in fright.
"Even all my cultivation was powerless to help, let alone yours."
The emperor pushed away the empress's Inner Force, frowning deeply as he said, "From this day onward, half the blood of the Yun Xia emperor will be that of a Han emperor, and half will be that of a Mobei king. The Xia emperor is not merely the Han emperor—he is also the Khan of your Mobei. You must remain loyal to him for generation after generation. Do you understand?"
"We understand, Your Majesty. The Yun Xia emperor is the Khan of our Mobei. He possesses the most noble bloodline and will forever be the gold of our Mobei."
The Grand Dukes of the Mobei Tribes all declared.
The emperor waved his hand and took a deep breath. "Leave. I wish to speak with the empress alone."
"Yes!"
The ministers all retreated to the rear of the hall.
The emperor took out a box from behind him and handed it to Yelü Zhiwu. Weakly, he said, "Inside is the Elixir of Immortality. I do not know whether it is genuine, nor did I dare let your master study it. When Ying Er is able to stand on his own, if you wish to live forever, take it and see. If you do not, destroy it. But you must not give it to Ying Er. Do you understand?"
Yelü Zhiwu's tear-blurred eyes abruptly froze. In shock, she said, "Your Majesty, why not take it yourself? Perhaps it may grant you immortality."
"The Elixir of Immortality's power is too strong. With my current vital energy, I cannot withstand it."
The emperor blinked his stinging eyes, his face showing extreme exhaustion.
"Take good care of Ying Er. Watch over the vast realm I conquered."
Utterly exhausted, the emperor stroked Yelü Zhiwu's cheek. He let out a deep sigh and said regretfully, "There are still so many things I have not done, so many things I have not completed. Yet I must leave you mother and son alone."
"Your Majesty!" Hearing this, Yelü Zhiwu's tears rolled down like severed pearls. She clutched the emperor's hand tightly and said through sobs, "Your Majesty, what matters remain unfinished? What wishes remain unfulfilled? This consort is willing to share your burdens."
The emperor was weak beyond measure. An indescribable exhaustion filled his entire body, while his heart seemed gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing unbearable pain.
His vision gradually blurred, and he murmured, "Western expedition. Court system..."
A trace of unwillingness and regret appeared on his face. Countless unfinished matters left him unable to rest in peace.
As the world before the emperor's eyes gradually sank into darkness, the light screen likewise dimmed slowly, as though it were his eyes, before finally vanishing without a trace. The audience understood that the protagonist's life had reached its end.
After a brief silence, the entire universe erupted, with heated discussions breaking out among every civilization.
"I never expected that protagonist, who once shook the world with his might, to end up like this."
"Good death! What a wonderful death! That protagonist barely did anything decent while he was alive."
"Honestly, this death was far too easy on him. He should have been made to witness the nation he built with his own hands march toward destruction."
"Are you kidding? When the protagonist fought Yuan Tiangang, they destroyed half a city. Later, he absorbed Yuan Tiangang's three hundred years of cultivation. How terrifying must that strength have been? Even if his strength dropped by ninety-nine percent, he could still easily massacre ordinary people."
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