Why should it be me who dies?!
Inside the Imperial Study Room, Xu Jianwen had a cold smile at the corners of his mouth. He slumped on the ground, but his gaze was like a knife, piercing directly at the Empress's face.
This is bad!
Zhao Douan's heart stirred, and he hurriedly looked at Zhenbao with some worry, fearing to see any trace of sympathy on the Empress's face.
One must admit, Xu Jianwen's words were indeed moving.
If this were a stage play, Zhao Douan believed that the audience sitting below would surely applaud and praise, altering their perspective on this prince who conspired to usurp the throne.
Zhao Douan also did not deny the truthfulness of Xu Jianwen's words.
Looking through the history books, since ancient times, fratricide was inevitable in imperial families, and it was not always due to ambition, but often out of necessity.
However, based on what he knew about Xu Jianwen, this person was definitely not someone of tenderness.
