Chapter 150 Extra: Death of Yan Ling

After Yan Donghuang left, Yan Ling returned to the bed in a daze and lay down, looking lifeless.

His wounds were still very serious, and he was weak and pale.

If he still had a glimmer of hope before Yan Donghuang came, his only hope was finally shattered after Yan Donghuang came.

He was like a piece of wood that had lost all its vitality, lying motionless on the bed, with no one serving tea beside him.

After he was demoted to a commoner, the servants in the palace had all left, and the people arranged by the palace had been transferred back.

According to the rules, the prince who was demoted to a commoner was no longer qualified to enjoy the treatment that a prince should have, and his palace was no longer his, and everything in the palace would be confiscated.

He couldn't afford the monthly salary of the servants, so naturally he couldn't afford the servants' service.

Only the personal servants in the past would come to apply medicine for him and deliver three meals a day to his room.

The palace was so quiet that it seemed like being in a dead city. Yan Ling closed his eyes, feeling weak and powerless.

Half asleep and half awake, he had a dream.

He dreamed that Yan Donghuang was poisoned and launched a coup in anger.

That night, the fire in the imperial city lit up half the sky.

The Qingluan Army, holding torches high, surrounded the four palace gates in the east, west, south and north like an iron barrel, and not a mosquito could fly out.

All the civil and military officials gathered outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Yan Ming, the emperor, was full of despair and horror, and kept explaining, but Yan Donghuang had no desire to listen to his explanation.

She was poisoned, and the blood at the corner of her mouth was shocking.

However, in front of everyone, she was still so tough and ruthless and ordered Sheng Jingan to be beaten to death with a stick - the culprit who personally handed her the poisoned wine on the wedding night died outside the hall in an absolutely painful and miserable way, in front of all the officials.

Yan Ming was deposed from the throne and one of his arms was cut off.

Yan Donghuang ascended the throne forcefully.

Under the bloody and ruthless suppression, almost no one in the court dared to stand up and oppose.

Yan Ling was imprisoned in the Princess's Mansion. From time to time, he could hear some news from outside, and he couldn't help but feel hope in his heart.

Everything was developing in the direction he expected.

Yan Donghuang really launched a palace coup.

And she won so quickly and so neatly, but she would die soon.

Yan Ling tried his best to restrain the throbbing feeling in his heart.

He could hardly hide his excitement.

Yan Ming would definitely be killed.

Yan Donghuang would definitely die.

Before she died, she would pass the throne to herself.

The relationship between them had always been very good. Before the palace coup, she imprisoned him in the Princess's Mansion to prevent him from getting involved in the muddy water.

He knew it, so he did not resist at all, just wanting to sit on that seat cleanly without a trace of blood on his hands.

Yan Donghuang ascended the throne smoothly.

Yan Ling waited patiently, waiting for Yan Donghuang to release him, waiting for her to hand over the throne to him in person before she died of exhaustion and poison.

Or even if she didn't have time to explain, the civil and military officials in the court would naturally push him, the only remaining son of the previous emperor, to the throne.

On the day when Yan Donghuang officially ascended the throne, Yan Ling was finally released and appeared in the hall together.

He stood among the ministers, his face pale, and his expression distressed and solemn as he watched her life slip away bit by bit.

So this is what it feels like to have the throne at your fingertips.

Being extremely excited can calm you down.

But...

What did he hear?

She wanted to pass the throne to Feng Yaoguang, and she said she wanted to consider the Qingluan Army.

It's ridiculous.

Feng Yaoguang's surname is Feng, not Yan.

Why should she hand over the country that her ancestors fought for to a person of a different surname?

All the civil and military officials were protesting, and Yan Ling wanted to protest too.

But he looked up at the Qingluan Army generals surrounding Yan Donghuang. Feng Yaoguang was so sad, so desperate, so painful, and the other generals all looked sad...

But even so, it would not affect their strong fighting power at all.

Yan Donghuang's dying instructions, her exhortations, and the Qingluan Army that she couldn't let go of would make these soldiers support Feng Yaoguang at all costs.

This was the most ironic change of power in the history of the Yong Dynasty.

It was not an invasion by foreign enemies, nor was it the emperor's power falling into the hands of others, nor was it the treacherous ministers in power.

It was the eldest princess who launched a palace coup and passed the throne she had seized to someone from another family.

At that moment, Yan Ling clearly felt the despair and unwillingness of being overwhelmed, and he even wanted to fight to the death.

But he didn't have the courage.

He had no power in the court, and no soldiers or generals.

The ministers asked to pass the throne to him only because he was the only remaining heir of the royal family.

When Yan Donghuang wanted to pass the throne to someone else, Yan Ling found that he didn't even have the chips to protest.

Years of calculations, but all failed.

He made wedding clothes for others in vain.

Yan Ling lay in bed in a daze, sometimes doubting that God didn't hear his prayers at all, so he fulfilled his wish of living in peace with the world and let more capable people sit on the throne.

Sometimes he wondered if even God couldn't stand his calculations. The more he wanted to sit on that seat, the more God would not let him get his wish.

So many years were wasted, so many years of calculations.

In the end, nothing was gained.

Yan Ling seemed to cry and laugh, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

His lungs were burning with pain.

He was so unwilling, he was unwilling.

If there is another life, he must prepare in advance and never repeat the mistakes of this life.

...

Prince An is dead.

He died quietly in his palace.

Because he was demoted to a commoner, his funeral could not be held in a grand manner.

When the news came out, the other princes were shocked and angry. They were frightened by Yan Donghuang's coldness and ruthlessness, and also angry that she was so eager to eliminate dissidents.

The most anxious and fearful person among them was Yan Zhang.

Because Yan Ling intended to show his goodwill to him, and even hinted that he could let the son of King Wuyang marry His Majesty, His Majesty was afraid of King Wuyang's military strength, and would definitely not directly reject this request, otherwise it would be to shut out King Wuyang's power.

Before Yan Donghuang ascended the throne, she could be fearless with the Qingluan Army in her hands, but after ascending the throne, she had to subdue all forces and would never dare to let King Wuyang be alienated.

If she agreed to marry King Wuyang's son, then in addition to the military power in his hands, King Wuyang would also have the identity of His Majesty's elder, a royal relative, and no one would dare to question him from then on.

In any case, with King Wuyang around, Yan Donghuang was a restraint, and at least she did not dare to kill Yan Zhang.

But Yan Ling, who hinted at him these words, couldn't even save herself.

Yan Zhang was flustered.

He felt that Yan Donghuang didn't play by the rules at all. No matter how much outsiders speculated about her, it couldn't beat her own willfulness.

Just like a woman's heart is as deep as the sea, it is always hard to figure out.

And when this woman with a deep heart became the emperor, the heart of the empress was naturally unpredictable.

Who knows what she can do?