A mocking smile floated to Bai Zhenzhen's face right on time.
The Crown Prince, perhaps not yet fully recovered, had a complexion so pale it was nearly transparent, like a lone mountain standing tall.
He looked at the Queen Mother's indifferent eyes, coughed into his hand, and then said softly, "So that's how it is."
"Your Majesty, I advise you to write quickly," Bai Zhenzhen's brother, Bai Qianhu, stepped forward and forcefully placed the imperial decree and brush into the emperor's hand, "What's more important, your life or your throne? You decide."
Out of anger, the emperor spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Bai Zhenzhen, watching the emperor take the brush, shared a smile with the Third Prince.
At this moment, the important ministers who followed the Third Prince began to kneel before him one by one, loudly proclaiming, "Long live the Emperor!"