A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 245: Becoming a Good Emperor

Great Sui.

Inside the palace.

The candlelight in the room flickered, despite there being no wind.

As if symbolizing the scant lifespan left of the person inside.

“Cough, cough...”

The Emperor of Great Sui lay on the bed, eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

The Fifth Prince, Ye Yunzhou, had already been summoned into the palace overnight and was now receiving the imperial edict.

The Emperor of Great Sui was being sustained by a secret technique from the Court Astrologer, keeping his last breath intact—he couldn’t die yet, he was still waiting for one last person to arrive.

Time felt extraordinarily long in that moment.

Every minute and second was unbearable.

Who knew how much time had passed before a eunuch outside the door finally reported in.

“Your Majesty, Zhenren Jia has arrived.”

“Cough!”

The Emperor of Great Sui extended a hand. “Help me sit up.”

The eunuch hurried to support the Emperor and placed a cushion behind him.

The Emperor leaned back, his face pale as paper.

In truth, his lifespan had run out twenty years ago—he had only survived this long thanks to rare spiritual herbs and treasures.

But now, even the finest treasures could no longer help him.

Soon, a figure entered through the doorway.

Clad in a Daoist robe with the yin-yang eight trigrams, stroking his beard.

“Your Majesty.”

It was none other than Zhenren Jia.

“Zhenren, please come forward.”

The Emperor of Great Sui spoke weakly.

Zhenren Jia sat down at a rather close distance from him.

“This state of mine must be a joke to you,” the emperor said.

“No matter. I imagine Your Majesty summoned me here for something important.”

The Emperor nodded. “Zhenren, I have passed the throne to my fifth son, Yunzhou. From now on, the fate of Great Sui depends on you.”

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So they had no choice but to place their hope in Zhenren Jia.

“Zhenren, would you be willing to serve as our consecrator?”

Zhenren Jia: ￣△￣

“Zhenren.....”

“Don’t worry, leave it to me.”

After a moment of silence, Zhenren Jia reached out and clasped the emperor’s aged hand.

“I’ll assist that Yunzhou brat to the best of my ability.”

Only then did the Emperor of Great Sui breathe a sigh of relief.

“Then all of Great Sui shall rely on you!”

Zhenren Jia thought to himself: Not just Great Sui—I still have to look after Daxia too.

“Zhenren, my lifelong dream was to destroy the Xia Kingdom. I hope you can fulfill my wish... and the wish of all my ancestors.”

Zhenren Jia: ..........

What the h**l? Am I supposed to split my brain in half?

On one hand assist your son, and on the other help my junior sister, just to have them clash with each other?

The Emperor of Great Sui clung to his final breath, staring at Zhenren Jia.

Zhenren Jia finally nodded.

The Emperor then closed his eyes, exhaled his last breath, and passed.

Zhenren Jia shook his head again.

The Emperor of Great Sui—passed away.

A change of dynasty.

At this moment, Ye Yunzhou, still in the palace, didn’t even know he was already seated upon the imperial throne.

Zhenren Jia silently sighed and exited the sleeping chambers.

“............”

Daxia, imperial palace.

Zhao Lu had already been back in the palace for over half a month. As the heir personally named by the late emperor,

Zhao Lu was placed under disguised house arrest upon her return.

Letting a woman become emperor—this was unprecedented in Daxia.

There were even those who suspected the emperor’s will was forged.

The court was filled with rumors, especially given how sudden the emperor’s death had been.

After the emperor’s death, the empress took charge of state affairs.

But in the face of power, familial bonds were too fragile.

“Princess, the Empress has decreed that you must mourn His Majesty during this time.”

The guards blocked Zhao Lu’s path.

“I just want to get some fresh air.”

“The Empress has ordered that the Princess must mourn the late emperor for three years.”

Zhao Lu raised an eyebrow. “Three years? I thought it was three months?”

“The Empress has decreed, the Princess must observe mourning for three years.”

“Three years without burial?”

“Once buried, the Princess must still observe mourning.”

“What about the court? What about the country?”

“That’s for the Empress to decide. We don’t know.”

Zhao Lu shouted, “I demand to see my mother!”

“The Empress is handling state matters today. She instructed that she will see the Princess in due time.”

Seeing how firm the guards were, Zhao Lu stomped her foot hard and turned back.

She returned to the room where the coffin was placed and pulled a small figurine from her pocket.

“Senior Brother.”

The little figurine was only palm-sized. Once released, it suddenly grew larger,

And gradually returned to its original form.

“Senior Brother, I can’t see my mother anymore. They’ve locked me up.”

“Mm, I can tell.”

“What do I do now?”

Zhao Lu lowered her head, her voice low.

Everything had changed too suddenly for her.

Her father was dead, and her beloved mother seemed like a different person.

She had suddenly become the emperor’s designated successor.

Though Zhao Lu had always joked with her Senior Brother about becoming empress one day,

She never imagined that it would actually happen.

Zhao Lu thought life used to be better—carefree, chasing after her Senior Brother, leaving everything else to him.

Suddenly, Li Xuanxiao looked at her with a serious gaze.

Zhao Lu was a bit startled by his expression.

Li Xuanxiao pressed her shoulders gently, making her look him in the eyes.

“Now is the time to decide your future. No one can make that choice for you—only you can.

Tell me, do you want to remain a disciple of Mount Shushan, or do you want to be the empress of Daxia?

Whatever you choose, I’ll support you.

If you say you don’t want to be emperor, I’ll take you away from here, back to Mount Shushan.

If you say you want to do it right, to be a real empress, I’ll help you.”

Zhao Lu stared blankly at Li Xuanxiao.

“I....”

“No rush. Think it through before you answer.” Li Xuanxiao said, “All I can tell you is—being emperor isn’t easy.”

Zhao Lu fell silent.

“Take your time.”

Zhao Lu nodded.

She thought for one night.

Just one night—and she made up her mind.

Zhao Lu sat on the steps in the courtyard, watching the moonlight as cold as water, her thoughts tangled.

That night, it was as if the little girl suddenly grew up.

“Senior Brother, I’ve decided. I want to be emperor. I want to be a good emperor.”

Zhao Lu’s eyes were firm, her tone solemn.

Li Xuanxiao nodded. “Good for you.”

“I want to be a good emperor—just like my father!!!”

Li Xuanxiao: .........

That’s really not necessary!!

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