Within the Imperial City, Emperor Jianxing sat despondently in Fengxian Hall.
Those who now commanded the Da Rong Court were no longer Emperor Jianxing, but Chen Wansong, the Prince Yu.
"Do we have any other options?" Emperor Jianxing looked at Chen Wansong.
Chen Wansong gazed at the ancestral tablets, "The great trend has passed, there is no way to reverse it!"
"Then~~" Emperor Jianxing wanted to ask what he should do, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.
By this time, he had lost all ambition, no longer wishing to restore the court, no longer coveting the throne, no longer wanting to rule the world; he only wished to preserve his life.
Better to live poorly than to die well; he still did not want to die.
But as an emperor, he had no path to take.
Chen Wansong suddenly turned around, looking at him sharply, "Do not disgrace the ancestors!"
Emperor Jianxing's expression paused, staring blankly at him for a long time before saying, "I understand!"
