“Qingyu, do you remember what my mother said to you? We will succeed and lose the enemy. If we lose now, we will bear the consequences.”
“Mother.” Yuan Qingyu frowned at the imperial concubine in front of him. “It’s a pity that my mother did not push you to the throne with her own hands, but instead made you lose your life. Mother is sorry for you.”
The imperial concubine took two steps back and then fell to the ground suddenly.
“Mother!”
Yuan Qingyu was shocked and struggled desperately to try to step forward.
Yuan Qingchen nodded to the guard beside him. The guard came forward to check and whispered, “Your Highness, the concubine is dead.”
Yuan Qingchen sighed and walked forward a few steps, bypassing the concubine’s body and came to the couch. There was another person on the couch. The man was thin and skinny and boneless.
“The Father passed away.”
Yuan Qingchen calmly said these four words, without pain or anger, and there was no feeling in his tone.
Soon, the night passed.
When Gu Yunqing woke up, he saw Li Ange and Han Yuan standing in front of him, with both of them looking very strange.
“What’s wrong?” Gu Yunqing asked in a hoarse voice.
“Yunqing, something big happened in the palace last night.”
“What happened?”
After hearing Han Yuan say this, Gu Yunqing sat up from the bed.
“Yuan Qingyu was arrested, the imperial concubine took poison, and the emperor passed away