Ganlin Palace, the emperor's sleeping hall.

Before entering the door, Liang Zhen took off the cloak on his body and threw it to the entourage behind him. The eunuch Feng Sheng stood respectfully aside and whispered to him: "Your Majesty is not very good today again. I just fainted just now. Concubine Chen and His Highness Jiu are also there."

Liang Zhen nodded lightly and went inside.

The imperial physicians in the room were gathered together to discuss the treatment method in a low voice, and everyone was frowning. Emperor Zhaoyang, who was on the sickbed, had his eyes closed, his face full of illness, and his cheeks were deep in depression. Although he was only in his early forties, he was already ringing and was about to stop.

Concubine Chen leaned against the couch, holding the medicine bowl, carefully fed the medicine to Emperor Zhaoyang's mouth, and kept wiping the corners of the emperor's mouth with a handkerchief. Although her eyes were red and exhausted, she was born with unparalleled beauty and only ten years old. She was more than ill than the old emperor. Zhu Yunqiong, the ninth prince who was only over three years old, knelt on the ground obediently, and looked at his father and mother in a daze, not daring to speak out.

Liang Zhen walked slowly to the edge of the bed, Concubine Chen sat upright and nodded to him: "King Zhao."

Liang Zhen looked at Emperor Zhaoyang on the sickbed, and his expression was not moved at all. Instead, the emperor, who had been drowsy, heard Concubine Chen calling him, moved his fingers, slowly opened his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Zhen'er... cough... is Zhen'er here... cough... cough..."

Concubine Chen stood up and gave way to Liang Zhen. Liang Zhen sat down beside the couch and patted the back of Emperor Zhaoyang's hand: "Your Majesty, I am here."

Emperor Zhaoyang turned his head with difficulty, looked at Liang Zhen with his turbid eyes, and finally there was a glimmer in his eyes: "If you ask them to... cough... all down, I have something to say to you."

The imperial physicians went to the side hall to wait. Feng Sheng led the palace mermaids in the hall and retreated one after another. Concubine Chen led Zhu Yunqiong as the last one to leave. Before leaving, she looked at Liang Zhen with a complicated expression. Liang Zhen just didn't know and ignored her.

There were no one beside him in the bedroom. Emperor Zhaoyang signaled Liang Zhen to help him up. He leaned against the head of the bed, staring at Liang Zhen, who was handsome and tall, gradually turned red: "I know that there is not much time left. Zhen'er, can you say... Father?"

Liang Zhen said calmly: "Your Majesty is confused. I am the son of Anle Marquis, how can I call Your Majesty the Father?"

"You know...he...you know you are my son, and I gave birth to you!"

Liang Zhen said: "If you don't understand your Majesty's words, and if your parents are there, how could it be born to Your Majesty?"

Emperor Zhaoyang closed his eyes in pain: "After you were born, I saw you, and your father took you away. I have always thought you had disappeared for so many years. I never thought that you would come back to me after all. I have named you the king and gave you the title of emperor. How could you not understand... I know that you are unwilling to recognize me. I am sorry to you and your father. I can compensate you with the best. This position under me is also to give you. If you want it, I can restore your identity and change your will now."

"I am afraid," Liang Zhen looked cold and supreme power was handed over to him, but he was unmoved. "Your Majesty, don't destroy me and let me be the target of public criticism."

"You just take it seriously... don't want it at all?"

Liang Zhen smiled faintly and said, "Your Majesty is too worried, I can't afford it."

After a long silence, Emperor Zhaoyang sighed deeply: "Forget it, I won't force you."

He pulled out an imperial edict from the secret compartment at the head of the bed and handed it to Liang Zhen: "You should take this secret edict. I have given it to several cabinet masters and passed the throne to your ninth brother. He was given by your nominal cousin. It was prepared for you. Since you don't want the throne, you will be the regent. If you regret it one day, you will take out this secret edict and take the throne back."

Liang Zhen casually unveiled the imperial edict. This secret edict not only restored his identity as the emperor's son, but also made it clear that he could abolish the new emperor and replace him at any time.

After seeing this, Liang Zhen raised his eyebrows, calmly put the imperial edict into his sleeve, and smiled slightly: "Your Majesty does this, aren't you worried about chaos in the world and the great powers will be in danger?"

Emperor Zhaoyang said, "I have done many wrong things for the throne in my life, and I have not even been able to keep the person I love the most. I have been working hard for the country of Dayan for most of my life. At the end of my life, I just want to make up for my regrets, so I can't take care of that much..."

"Yeah?"

Liang Zhen whispered in a low voice, with a little bit of sneering in his tone. Emperor Zhaoyang, who had been sighing for a long time, looked at him again, and was stunned for a moment.

Liang Zhen was always respectful in front of him. Even though he refused to get close to him because of his complaints, he always obeyed his words and did everything that suited him very much. He never did like today. He was no longer cautious and respectful in his eyes, and there was even more mockery and disgust in addition to his coldness.

"Zhener..."

"Your Majesty, please stop calling me like this," Liang Zhen stood up, put his hands together into his wide sleeves, and looked down at Emperor Zhaoyang with a condescending expression. "I am afraid that I will hurt Your Majesty's heart."

Emperor Zhaoyang was stunned for a while and asked him sadly: "Do you hate me so much? I was sorry for your father back then, but for you, I killed all the crown prince I brought up with me, what else do you want me..."

"Your Majesty, don't say that," Liang Zhen curled his lips and said contemptuously, "What does your Majesty have to do with me if you kill the deposed prince? What can I get? I have never had the surname Zhu, and I dare not covet something that does not belong to me."

"You... cough..."

Emperor Zhaoyang blushed and bent down to cough violently. However, Liang Zhen no longer helped him and patted his back like before. He just stood aside and watched coldly. When he finished coughing, he continued: "Your Majesty really knows, do you really want to be sorry to my father?"

Emperor Zhaoyang said in pain: "I gave up your father for the sake of the throne and married the daughter of the Xie family and the daughter of the He family. But I really had no choice but to force me. If I didn't get the throne, I would also die. I could not protect him and let him be killed by the Xie family. But Xie Chongming is dead on the way to exile, and I also gave the death of the prince born to the daughter of the Xie family. I..."

"You still don't know," Liang Zhen interrupted him coldly, "No, you know, but you just refuse to admit it. My father has never given up. He doesn't care about you at all. It's because you've been forcing him!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Emperor Zhaoyang, who was poked into the pain, retreated from his father's face, and his expression instantly became ferocious.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Liang Zhen sneered, the disgust in his eyes became increasingly unconcealed. "My father and his cousin have been in love since childhood. It was a match made by heaven. You insisted on breaking up the couple. I sent my father's cousin to feed the pirates, asking him to go but never return. You forced my father to stay in the palace and forced him to drink the medicine that would make people confused. You think you are great, and you take the initiative to sacrifice yourself to take the medicine for birth as the emperor as his pregnancy will definitely influence him. Unfortunately, he hated you until he died. You know it clearly but never mentioned it. It is actually the most despicable and dirty way to pretend to be a love saint!"

"Shut up! Shut up! Cough..." The ugly scar was completely uncovered. Emperor Zhaoyang was angry and hated. He was excited and coughed up blood and shouted in a hoarse voice, "No matter what I have done, I have given birth to you! You are my son! You can't say that to me!"

Looking at his ugly appearance, Liang Zhen gradually lowered his eyes. After a while, he suddenly laughed again. The smile behind the candlelight was like a ghost. He paused, and he uttered three words lightly: "I, no, yes."

Emperor Zhaoyang was stunned and immediately furious: "Don't talk nonsense here! You were born by me personally after I worked hard for ten months! You are so angry that I am really unfilial! How can you be like this... You are such a bastard!"

Liang Zhen took a step forward so that Emperor Zhaoyang could see himself more clearly. Every word was sarcastic: "Your Majesty can you see it carefully. Is my face half similar to Your Majesty?"

As the candlelight swayed, Liang Zhen's face was clearly imprinted in Emperor Zhaoyang's pupils. This was indeed the face of a heroic young man, seventy-sixth-score to the Liang family's Erlang. Emperor Zhaoyang had never suspected that only Liang Zhen and his son looked like this in the Liang family, not to mention that the red birthmark on Liang Zhen's solemn legs was exactly the same as the child who had only met him.

But Liang Zhen's expression was too certain at this moment, and it seemed that he was a false statement. Emperor Zhaoyang was cold all over and suddenly became uncertain. If this person was not his child...

"Does Your Majesty regret it now? He mercilessly sentenced the deposed prince to death?" Liang Zhen smiled evilly, as if he was very interested in hearing something very interesting.

Emperor Zhaoyang's clenched fists trembled uncontrollably. At that time... He did not believe that his prince would use the art of disgust and rebel against the enemy. He was raised by him. He knew exactly what kind of character. Although the prince was soft-hearted and willful, he was the most filial. At first, the prince made a mistake. Even if all the civil and military officials in the court wanted him to destroy it, he still wanted to save it. Until the Eastern Palace witchcraft case occurred, Liang Zhen appeared. When he was most disappointed with the prince, the son he missed most was lost and regained. He learned that the Xie family killed his favorite person back then, and he had been separated for more than ten years. How could he not hate him? Because he took off his anger and wanted to leave the throne to Liang Zhen, he went with the flow and sentenced his prince to death. But now, Liang Zhen said that he was not his child at all.

"You bastard... you lied to me, you were deliberately saying this to deceive me, you are angry..." Emperor Zhaoyang coughed out another mouthful of blood, and he was already incoherent.

Liang Zhen said "tsk": "Your Majesty, why are you angry? Although you are not father and son, I have learned a lot of despicable behavior of Your Majesty, and it is not in vain that I have a fate with Your Majesty."

"You...what do you mean?!"

Liang Zhen narrowed his eyes lightly, and a gentle smile spread on the corner of his mouth: "The fifth prince is well-behaved and lovely... It's considered as a father's debt and son's compensation, not to mention that the blood of the Xie family is still flowing from his body."

"You beast!"

Emperor Zhaoyang excitedly raised his hand to grab Liang Zhen's clothes. When Liang Zhen pushed it casually, he fell back to the couch without any resistance. He kept coughing blood and shouting loudly. The hoarse voice kept echoing in the bedroom, but no one answered.

Liang Zhen stood beside the couch and looked at him coldly: "Why are Your Majesty so excited? What's wrong with Your Highness and I are not brothers?"

Emperor Zhaoyang's eyes were red and he clenched his teeth: "Who are you...?"

Liang Zhen said calmly: "Of course it is my father's son, otherwise your Majesty would have thought my birthmark came from, naturally because I am also my father's son."

"I don't believe it!" Emperor Zhaoyang was excited again, "How could he have other children? This is impossible! He was not married, and he would never have an affair with others!"

Liang Zhen closed his eyes: "I didn't know how to do it, but I was forced by His Majesty. His Majesty wants to send my father to death. My father just wants to leave some blood for his father."

Emperor Zhaoyang's face was full of disbelief, and he said in a trembling voice: "You are the child he gave birth to Xiao Junbo. He actually wanted to give birth to a son for that person in this way. How dare he...what is my son...where is my son..."
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