Chapter 2510: A Grasshopper After Autumn Can’t Jump for Long
Even when the Empress saw the hatred in his eyes, the Emperor did not avoid it at all. In his mind, the Empress was like a locust after autumn, not much longer to jump around.
The Emperor gritted his teeth and said, "Why did I call the Empress here? Doesn’t the Empress know?"
The Empress looked bewildered; she really didn’t know why the Emperor called her here?
At first, she thought the Emperor missed her, but later realized that the Emperor invited her because of the Fourth Prince. Her heart was filled with both disappointment and fear. The Emperor was becoming more ruthless toward her. If not for their connection through the Fourth Prince, he probably wouldn’t even want to see her now.
Even though the Empress suspected it was related to the Fourth Prince, she couldn’t say it aloud. She could only reply, "This concubine does not know. Please enlighten me, Your Majesty."
The Emperor was extremely angry, his eyes wide open, glaring at the Empress as he gritted his teeth, "Your good son has gone to Wei Country and is now leading Wei’s army, intending to take my head. Did he not tell you?"
"What?"
The Empress went limp, collapsing to the ground.
The Imperial Son was really bold, going to the enemy’s territory. No wonder the Emperor was so angry, bringing an army to defeat the Emperor; what on earth was the Imperial Son thinking?
The Empress lay on the ground, her mind in chaos, unable to think of anything, only knowing that the Fourth Prince had defected to the enemy’s army.
The Emperor’s tone was filled with sarcasm: "What? The Empress didn’t know either?"
"This concubine truly did not know. If I had known, I would have surely stopped him. Such treacherous deeds must never be done."
The Emperor took a piece of paper and a pen from the desk, then stood up, walked to the Empress, and threw them at her from above, saying coldly, "Write a letter to the Fourth Prince. What to write? I don’t need to teach you, do I?"
The Empress replied, "This concubine understands."
Then, trembling, she picked up the paper and pen, crouched on the ground, and began to write with difficulty. The letter roughly said that she missed the Fourth Prince and asked him to return when he had time. She also mentioned that Moli Country was his root, and that the Emperor had already forgotten about the obsession, with a tendency to forgive him, asking him not to lend a hand to facilitate wickedness and to return to Moli Country early.
After the letter was written, the Empress handed it over to the Emperor for review with both hands.
The Emperor read it once, nodded in satisfaction. He intended to lure the Fourth Prince back, to vent his anger.
How outrageous, raising a son for over a decade, only for him to defect to the enemy nation and lead an army against his own father. If people found out, wouldn’t they laugh at him for failing to teach his children properly?
Once the letter was written, the Emperor let the Empress leave. He planned to hand this letter to the Second Prince, so the Second Prince could personally deliver it to the Fourth Prince. The matters between them as father and son couldn’t be a laughingstock for the world.
The night was dark with a strong wind, two figures, one tall, one short, sprinted quickly outside the city, amidst the whistling of the wind, their conversation could be faintly heard...
"Master, where is that Old Witch’s tomb?"
"The Imperial Mausoleum!"
"I heard there are countless traps inside, can we get in?"
"What is your master’s status, have you forgotten?"
"Not at all! The Master is the Eldest Prince of the Former Dynasty."
"And still the legitimate heir."
"So many years have passed, I almost forgot, hahaha...!"
"Before my imperial father passed, he took me to the Imperial Mausoleum, I remember all the mechanisms inside clearly."
"Alright, let’s go in and whip the Old Devout Woman’s corpse."
"Yes, it’s good to vent some anger. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let her die so easily; let her live in a state worse than death, so that we could beat her whenever we were unhappy."
