Upon hearing this, Prince San's eyes flicked, and he immediately threw back his head and burst into loud laughter, exclaiming, "What a great idea! Very good! That's what we'll do!"
He then immediately waved his hand: "Someone come here, send out the order that the Emperor is gravely ill, and I shall attend to him day and night!"
With such a move, not only could he ascend to the throne smoothly, but he would also gain a reputation for being filial in the end.
It was truly killing two birds with one stone!
"You unfilial son!" Blood churned in the Emperor's throat once more, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, never expecting him to use such a despicable tactic to force a palace coup.
Prince San's face was cold and ruthless, paying no heed to his rage, and he harshly reprimanded the Palace Attendants: "Don't you hurry up and take the extremely ill Emperor back to his bed to rest, if anything goes wrong, can any of you bear the responsibility?"
"Yes!"
