Does the lord lack a pendant?

Chapter 536 I'm Not Prince Xuan's Son at All

Mo Lao repeated what Yue Jianxi said just now: "The needle will speed up the emperor's death..."

"Anyway, it's not a day or two away."

"The lord is ready?"

Lian Lusheng glanced at him coldly: "Just do as you are told." Why are there so many nonsense, thinking that being his wife's master can be presumptuous?
Mo Lao took out the silver needle and worked on the emperor for half an hour before the emperor slowly woke up.

His eyes were dull, his eye sockets were sunken, and his face was already out of shape.

But he still managed to open his eyes.

Lian Lusheng asked Mo Lao to go out, and only Lian Lusheng and the emperor were left in the huge bedroom.

"Ayu..." The emperor looked at him for a long time, as if he recognized him, his voice was as weak as a mosquito.

Lian Lusheng stood in front of him, looking down at him: "Your Majesty, when you wake up, it's time to make a will."

He said and handed him the Zhaoshu in his hand: "Come and get your fingerprints done."

The emperor tried his best to look at him with wide eyes: "Ah...Yu, am I going to die..."

"Well, maybe I can live until tomorrow morning."

Lian Lusheng took his finger and pressed a fingerprint on the Zhaoshu, and then put it away.

The emperor asked: "You...who are you going to hand over the throne to?"

"Who do you want to give, Your Majesty?" Lian Liangsheng looked at him coldly, the corners of his mouth curled up in a sneer.

"You... want to steal the country?"

"Can't I? The emperor loves me the most. I thought the emperor wanted to leave this country to me."

"You... your name is wrong, your words are not right... no way."

Lian Lusheng snorted coldly: "Your Majesty, do you know where your saddest thing is? You won't know until you die that the one you are hurting and relying on is an enemy of yours."

There was finally some light in the emperor's eyes: "What do you mean?"

"The emperor still remembers how I entered the palace when I was seven years old."

"Fulier said that my illness needs blood compensation from relatives..."

So back then, all the disciples of the royal family who were blood related to the emperor were called into the palace.

After testing, Fu Lier chose Lian Lusheng...Only his blood can stabilize the emperor's condition.

As long as the blood energy continues, although the emperor's disease cannot be cured, it will not recur.

These years, Lian Lusheng has supported the emperor with his blood.

Once he was severely anemic, he had to replenish him with his own blood.

The world only saw that he was doted on by the emperor, but they didn't know that it was all paid for in blood.

"Your Majesty, do you know my other identity?"

The emperor was a little puzzled: "Aren't you the son of King Xuan? What other identity can you have?"

"You still have the face to mention your father. In order not to expose your illness and to keep me by your side, you even attacked him. You are really cruel."

Lian Lusheng spoke indifferently, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, gossiping with the emperor.

But the emperor's face changed: "You always knew?"

"Heh...how could I not know, but it doesn't matter to me, the life and death of King Xuan is neither painful nor itchy to me."

"What do you mean by that?"

Lian Lusheng smiled coldly, very strangely: "Because I am not the son of Prince Xuan at all."

"You are not the son of King Xuan, how is it possible!" The emperor tried hard to sit up.

How could the one he raised by his side and watched grow up not be King Xuan's son?
"Then who are you?"

"Your Majesty, do you still remember who you hate the most in your life?" Lian Liansheng looked at him coldly: "Do you still remember that winter, who you ordered someone to throw into the snow two feet deep? Buried alive?"

　Asking for a monthly pass~~~ Rolling around and asking for a monthly pass~~~ The persimmons have always been very good, but for some reason, you all keep screaming to abuse the persimmons

　　
　
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