Transmigrating into a book, seducing him to rise to power

Qianqing Palace.

Jun Zechen stood quietly outside Emperor Jingsheng's bedroom, his posture upright yet exuding a solemn air.

Physician Qin stood to the side, his face full of bitterness and endless sorrow.

"Imperial Physician Qin, has Father Emperor run out of options?"

Jun Zechen's expression was extremely serious, his handsome face etched with grief, and his eyes overflowing with sorrow and regret.

Physician Qin remained silent, then nodded heavily, his movements seemingly carrying the weight of a thousand pounds.

At this moment, Eunuch Dehai slowly walked out and said softly, "Your Highness, His Majesty invites you in."

Jun Zechen took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and then firmly stepped into the bedchamber.

Emperor Jingsheng lay weakly on the bed, dressed in a bright yellow nightgown. His face was ashen, and his former majesty was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, he was merely a dying man whose life was about to come to an end.

Jun Zechen slowly walked to the bedside and knelt heavily before his father.

"Father, your son has arrived."

Jun Zechen's voice was low and hoarse, filled with deep sorrow.

Emperor Jingsheng opened his eyes with difficulty and effort, his cloudy eyes straining as he looked at Jun Zechen.

Her thin, bony hands trembled as she gripped Jun Zechen's hand tightly, as if she were using all her strength.

"Crown Prince, you are my most outstanding son. I am at ease entrusting the kingdom to you, but do you still remember the ancestral precepts I told you before?"

Emperor Jingsheng's voice was extremely hoarse, and every word carried a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Your subject remembers."

Jun Zechen looked at Emperor Jing Sheng with unwavering eyes.

But deep down, he didn't want to be like his father.

He really didn't want his son to experience the same brutal fighting as him.

Emperor Jingsheng stared at Jun Zechen with great difficulty, his cloudy eyes seemingly gathering their last glimmer of light.

With the last of his strength, he said, word by word, "I want you to swear an oath."

Jun Zechen frowned deeply, his eyes filled with incomprehension and resentment, and he remained silent, pursing his lips.

He spoke slowly after a long while.

"Why must the princes fight each other so cruelly, Father? I am confident that I can raise an excellent successor with my own abilities."

"Cough cough."

Upon hearing his words, Emperor Jingsheng was so angry that he coughed violently, and a flush of anger rose on his face.

"Your Highness, you can raise an excellent successor, but can you guarantee that every generation after you will be able to successfully raise an equally excellent successor?"

Although Emperor Jingsheng's voice was weak, it carried an undeniable authority.

"Our ancestors learned from history and selected the most suitable successor through competition and struggle among the princes. It is precisely because of this that our kingdom has lasted for ten generations without declining, but has instead become increasingly powerful."

Emperor Jingsheng paused for a moment, then continued.

"If you break this rule, all your descendants will become uncontrollable. Besides, how can you cultivate an emperor's cold-blooded ruthlessness?"

Without experiencing it firsthand, how can one gain such a profound understanding? All theoretical discussions are nothing but empty words and unrealistic fantasies.

Jun Zechen slowly lowered his eyelashes, his expression extremely solemn.

He knew his father was right; ever since he personally killed his eldest and second brothers, he had never had any expectations of royal kinship.

If there are other brothers blocking his way, he will eliminate them without hesitation.

Having faced life and death, I finally understand that all interests should be put first, and all emotions can be abandoned in the face of self.

"Father, I swear that I will follow the ancestral teachings and ensure that the country lasts for thousands of years."

Emperor Jingsheng looked at him intently, and after he finished making his oath, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had finally been lifted from his heart.

"Very well, I trust you. Help me up," Emperor Jingsheng said.

Jun Zechen quickly stepped forward and carefully helped Emperor Jingsheng out of bed.

Emperor Jingsheng walked unsteadily yet resolutely toward the innermost wall of his bedchamber.

Reaching the wall, Emperor Jingsheng laboriously turned a hidden switch, and with a "click," a groove instantly appeared before his eyes.

Emperor Jingsheng slowly walked over, his hands trembling as he took out the contents of the box, a jade box with exquisite ancient patterns, which he held in his arms.

Then, Jun Zechen helped Emperor Jingsheng to sit on the dragon throne in the main hall of Qianqing Palace. His body trembled slightly, and his emaciated figure carried the vicissitudes and weariness of a lifetime.

At this time, many ministers had already arrived in the main hall. They had all been summoned by Eunuch Dehai in accordance with Emperor Jingsheng's decree.

Minister Su, the head of the civil officials, wore a solemn expression. The Grand Commander, the head of the military, stood tall and imposing. All the court officials, including the Junior Tutor, Junior Preceptor, Junior Guardian, and the Ministers of the Six Ministries, were also present.

"Your Highness, heed my decree."

Emperor Jingsheng's voice still carried an air of authority, but his weakness was also clearly palpable.

Jun Zechen stood upright in the hall. Upon hearing these words, he immediately knelt down, and the ministers behind him followed suit.

"My son, Crown Prince Jun Zechen, today, I hereby bestow upon you the Imperial Seal of the State."

Emperor Jingsheng's gaze slowly swept over everyone, finally settling on Jun Zechen, his eyes filled with expectation and entrustment.

"This is a vital national asset, bearing the glory of our ancestors and the weighty responsibility of the nation."

Since I ascended the throne, I have experienced many trials and tribulations and have come to deeply understand the difficulties of governing a country.

However, I observe that you are intelligent and insightful, with lofty aspirations and the talent to shoulder the responsibility of governing the world.

I now pass this throne to you, hoping that you will uphold my will, cherish the common people, prioritize the nation, govern diligently, and expand the territory.

May our dynasty's rule be forever secure, and may the people live in peace and prosperity.

Do not fail the trust I have placed in you, and do not fail the people of this world.

"By receiving this imperial seal, you bear an immense responsibility. May you become a wise and virtuous ruler, leaving your name in the annals of history."

Jun Zechen knelt respectfully, his face tense, his hands steadily raised above his head, filled with piety and reverence.

"Father, I am deeply grateful for your great favor and the important responsibility you have entrusted to me."

Your son will certainly follow your father's teachings, taking the foundation of our ancestors' legacy and the well-being of all people as our priority.

I will certainly devote myself wholeheartedly to government affairs, and live up to the trust placed in me by my father and the weighty responsibility of the Imperial Seal.

Your son will exert all his strength to ensure the prosperity and lasting peace of our dynasty, to repay the great kindness of Your Majesty and to comfort the spirits of our ancestors.

Jun Zechen's voice was firm and powerful, echoing throughout the hall.

After he finished speaking, Eunuch Dehai took the Imperial Seal from Emperor Jingsheng and, under the solemn and respectful gaze of all the ministers, placed it in the hands of Crown Prince Jun Zechen.

Emperor Jingsheng looked at the Crown Prince below with loving and gratified eyes, a sense of peace gradually appearing on his face.

He finally fulfilled the great mission of his life.

Then, she slowly closed her eyes.

When Eunuch Dehai returned to Emperor Jingsheng's side, his gaze fell upon the emperor's closed eyes, and he was suddenly startled, his face turning deathly pale.

His lips trembled slightly as he softly called out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty," his voice filled with barely suppressed fear and unease.

However, Emperor Jingsheng showed no reaction whatsoever, as if he were asleep.

Dehai trembled as he brought his hand close to Emperor Jingsheng's nose, only to find that Emperor Jingsheng was no longer breathing!

Dehai's body suddenly went limp, overwhelmed by grief.

He knelt down with a thud, his voice hoarse, and cried out, "Your Majesty has passed away! Your Majesty has passed away!"

Upon hearing this voice, Jun Zechen was shocked and abruptly looked up, staring blankly at his father, who had his eyes closed peacefully.

His body seemed to be struck by an invisible force, jolting violently. Grief and sorrow welled up in his eyes instantly, and his face became as solemn as if covered in frost.

Even with a heart as hard as iron, the death of his father still caused him excruciating pain.

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "Your subject... respectfully sees off Father Emperor."

The other ministers also cried out in unison, "We respectfully bid farewell to Your Majesty!"

In the kingdom of Jun, after the emperor's death, his body must be kept in the palace for twenty-seven days.

During this period, a posthumous title ceremony must be held, funeral arrangements must be carried out, the funeral procession must be suspended, and finally the burial must be completed.

Twenty-seven days later, the new emperor ascended the throne and held a grand coronation ceremony.

Evening Glory Palace.

Su Jingyao sat on the couch, a gentle smile on her face, holding her child in her arms.

In just over a month, Xingxing's delicate, porcelain-like face became rosy and fair, just like a fine porcelain doll.

Her large, dark eyes were clear and bright, like two sparkling black gems.

Her little nose was slightly upturned, and her cherry-like lips smacked occasionally; she was incredibly cute.

They perfectly inherited the best qualities of their parents.

Su Jingyao gently teased the child's rosy cheeks with her slender fingers, and the child giggled.

Suddenly, a continuous series of bell tolls resounded, as if trying to pierce the sky.

Su Jingyao remained calm, but a subtle ripple of emotion flickered deep within her eyes.

She sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in her voice.

Such bells were only rung when the emperor died.

When the emperor dies, the bells in the royal palace of the kingdom will ring 10,000 times, and all the temples in the kingdom will ring their bells 30,000 times.

Su Jingyao's gaze slowly shifted outside, where pure white snowflakes fluttered down, like pure white thoughts.

A wise and benevolent ruler thus quietly passed away amidst the falling snow.

Jun Zechen is about to become the next supreme emperor.

"Your Majesty, this servant will take the imperial grandson away. Let Miaoxia quickly change your clothes, as the Empress will soon be summoning everyone in the harem for the funeral."

Miaoyun had a serious expression on her face, and her voice was slightly low.

Su Jingyao nodded slightly, handed the star in her arms to Miaoyun, and then led Miaoxia into the bedroom to change her clothes.

Miaoxia carefully removed all the jewels from her head, then slowly took off her gorgeous clothes and dressed her in mourning attire.

This was prepared well in advance by the Imperial Household Department under the Empress's arrangement.

"My lord, please be careful during this funeral. Consort An and Consort Tang may take some action."

Miaoxia carefully tidied her appearance while speaking softly.

"Is this a message from the people at Xiyun Palace?" Su Jingyao raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, but our people haven't been able to find out their specific plans."

Miaoxia answered softly, her hands still moving.

"Are the two of them on the same side now?" Su Jingyao's voice carried a hint of contemplation.

"No, it should just be a temporary alliance," Miaoxia replied confidently.

Su Jingyao nodded gently.

They're really brave.

However, high risk comes with high reward.

If they succeed in causing trouble in front of the late emperor's mourning hall, even the crown prince will not be able to protect Ling Yue, and the empress will be furious.

Su Jingyao casually took off the gemstone ring from her finger, and Miaoxia quickly took it and put it into the jewelry box.

Tang Fengyi has become quite daring in order to save her own life.