When the rebels surrounded the palace, Feng Ran still lay in the bedroom. In the huge bedroom, there was no one else except the palace maids and eunuchs he served.

He closed his eyelids and heard Pan Zhao retreating. He raised his eyes hard and saw him walking in his direction.

At this time, Feng Ran was already angry and looked gray. Anyone could see that he was about to die soon. It was a question whether he could survive tonight.

"I have seen Your Majesty." Pan Zhao walked to Feng Ran, with a humble tone, but he looked condescending and did not have any sense of being a minister.

"Is the Prime Minister here?" The person on the couch did not seem surprised, but instead curled his lips and raised a pale smile: "The Prime Minister is closer to make it easier for me to talk to the Prime Minister."

Pan Zhao thought he was terminally ill and felt it was difficult to even speak, so he barely walked to his bed.

"Your Majesty, the matter has come to this point. I believe I don't need to explain in detail. Your Majesty should know what to do, right?" He looked at Feng Ran with a look of contempt, and looked at the person on the couch who couldn't get angry, with ridicule in his eyes.

"The Prime Minister's meaning... I know it..." Feng Ran smiled bitterly and said, "I think my father is like me that day."

Pan Zhao sneered: "Your Majesty doesn't say it, I forgot it. Looking at Your Majesty now, I seem to have seen the late emperor that day. However, the late emperor is much more sensible than Your Majesty. If Your Majesty is not so willful, I might let Your Majesty live a few more years."

He paused and said, "By the way, I heard that the Regent went to Western Shu, but Your Majesty knew that just a few days ago, the border between Western Shu suddenly moved, and the only passage connecting the outside world was cut off by rocks. It seems that even God could not see it."

"Ha," Feng Ran knew that there was no such coincidence in this world, so she just smiled and said, "The Prime Minister is really a good method."

He knew that Pan Zhao did not dare to attack Xiao Junyao directly, so he used such a roundabout way.

Delaying time... It's true that his move is really clever.

"Is Your Majesty still waiting for the general of the country?" he said again.

Seeing that Feng Ran didn't answer, he continued, "But it's a pity. He can't even take care of himself, so how could he have time to keep in mind His Majesty?"

Feng Ran frowned: "What did you do?!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I just invited his wife and children to the Prime Minister's Mansion to visit. If the general of Zhenguo is aware of the current affairs, he will probably be able to take them back for dinner."

Feng Ran only felt that the smile on his face was particularly annoying.

"Since your Majesty has already understood what I am here to do, I guess your Majesty should be ready for what I want, right?" The smile on Pan Zhao's face suddenly disappeared, and he turned to look at him with a sinister look on his face.

Feng Ran knew what he wanted.

Just like the original plot, even though he had already achieved the goal of forcing the palace, he still had no intention of usurping the throne directly.

What he wants now is just his edict to enact the new emperor.

"I am inconvenient, so the edict... the Prime Minister should take it myself." Feng Ran said powerlessly: "It's in the secret compartment beside my pillow."

Pan Zhao bent down suspiciously to look for it.

At this moment, Feng Ran took out a poisoned dagger from the pillow with lightning speed, and before Pan Zhao could react, he stabbed into his left chest hard.

The original look of anger was gone, and the pale face was full of fierceness.

Pan Zhao widened his eyes and looked at the dagger in front of his chest in disbelief.

"Come!" Feng Ran quickly rose from the bed and suppressed Pan Zhao who was still struggling.

As Feng Ran's voice fell to the ground, a group of secret guards in cold armor quickly surged out from the imperial bed.

And standing at the head of the secret guard, Wuying, who has not appeared for a long time.

Wuying and others quickly took over. Pan Zhao, who was already aggressive, was powerlessly pressed to the ground by the secret guards.

Feng Ran, who was originally looking desperate, straightened his backbone now and sat upright on the couch, and the emperor's sense of majesty arose.

"Prime Minister, you have been planning for so long, but you didn't expect it to be broken into my hands in the end, right?" Feng Ran leaned over and pressed his neck, forcing him to look at him in a right direction.

"You...how could you..." Pan Zhao's lips were black and his eyes were black. It was obvious that the poison on the dagger had begun to attack.

"The Prime Minister wants to ask why I'm fine?" Feng Ran smiled and said, "I still want to ask, how could I kill you?"

As a traitorous minister, Pan Zhao naturally could not have been without precautions. Just as he could get the poison of killing people in southern Xinjiang, he naturally had a way to find the insect that saved his life.

Therefore, even if his head is cut off, as long as the insects on his body still work, the broken head can be connected, let alone just stabbed his chest with a dagger.

However, thanks to the special dagger provided by Yuebao, although it is a bit expensive, it is worth it compared to zeroing out the points for the failed mission.

"But the Prime Minister would go downstairs and ask the King of Hell." He wanted to pretend for a while, but his physical condition was obviously not allowed. His current situation was just an illusion he had made after taking the urgent medicine.

After all, as the lord of a country, he cannot fall down in front of the treacherous minister Pan Zhao first.

He suppressed the bloody heat stuck in his throat and said coldly: "Trust this rioter who intends to kill the lord into the heavenly prison, give the car to a crack, and execute it tomorrow at noon!"

Although Pan Zhao was hit by that heart, he would not be able to survive tonight. It does not mean that his death can clear his crimes!

But then Pan Zhao laughed like crazy, and then asked himself over and over again: "How could I lose? How could I lose to you, what a waste! Xiao Zilan, don't be too proud! I am waiting for you below, waiting for you to bury me with me!"

...After watching the secret guards take the person down, Feng Ran finally couldn't help but spit out the blood stuck in her throat.

When Wuying saw that he was about to fall, she hurried forward to help him.

"Your Majesty... look for the imperial physician!" Wuying roared anxiously.

Feng Ran raised her hand, "Stop looking for it, it's useless if you look for it..."

He knew his situation and had previously underestimated the extent of damage this poison might cause to his body.

So even if Xiao Junyao appears in front of him with the antidote, it may be too late.

"Your Majesty, you must not have anything to do. The prince still asked you to wait for him." Even Wuying's eyes were sore at this moment.

Feng Ran smiled palely: "You are sorry to the emperor on behalf of me, it's because I have not kept my promise..."

Now that the treacherous minister has been eliminated, he has also handed over the funeral to Feng Su, and he has already written the imperial edict to pass the throne, which has been considered as completing the task.

The system is also urging him.

It's just a pity that I can't wait until he comes back to see him for the last time.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Wuying watched him close his eyes in front of him, and no matter how much he called him, he would never open his eyes again.

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Don't... don't hit me...!

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