Peace Order-Chapter 1452 - 130: Victory!

"Once injured, Essence, Qi, Blood flows out like water, deteriorating with each passing day."

"Such things often happen among common folk. Some elderly appear energetic, seemingly more agile than young people, able to accomplish anything, feeling like they can live another twenty or thirty years without issue."

"But suddenly, one day, they fall, as if a hole has been torn in a pocket."

"Their spirit leaks out, and within a year or two, they pass away."

"This is the calamity of old age, and this kind of catastrophe is no different for kings, ministers, heroes, beauties, or ordinary people from all walks of life."

"If Your Majesty can survive tonight, there will still be a lifespan of one or two years."

"But if you can’t survive tonight..."

Jiang Gao’s face turned deathly pale, tightly gripping the wrist of the Imperial Physician: "What will happen?!"

The Imperial Physician looked regretfully at the Crown Prince before him, saying:

"Your Highness, it would be better to spend more time with Your Majesty."

Then he rose and excused himself, leaving Jiang Gao standing pale, unable to regain his composure for a long time, feeling as though his mother’s death was just yesterday, and today, that seemingly forever young and perpetually vigorous father was about to depart.

In a daze, he wanted to return but couldn’t see the steps in front of him.

He stumbled, nearly falling.

Meanwhile, inside the inner hall, Prince Jiang Yuan drove away the eunuch who had brought the medicinal soup, placing it on the table, removing the lid of the vessel, revealing the dark, slightly bitter medicine.

It was a potent Spiritual Medicine.

However, this medicine only filled a person’s spirit, but if it leaked out too quickly and fiercely, it would be futile.

Jiang Yuan quietly watched his father.

Father has grown old...

He mused, his mind stirring with ripples.

The father who was always mighty, always generous, never yielding, had also grown old. Those once imposing eyes now seemed to envelop him constantly.

Father and mother shared a perfect relationship; they were like a normal family of four. As emperor, Jiang Wanxiang grew up with them; mother was too gentle, and sometimes Jiang Yuan was too mischievous, his brother intervening when mother couldn’t stop him.

At that time, father only needed a look to freeze Jiang Yuan there, making him bow his head in silence.

Later, mother passed away, and father, for the sake of power, had to start taking Imperial Concubines. The bond between father and son grew distant, and Jiang Wanxiang became busy with worldly affairs, gradually unable to be frequently by his side.

Thus, in Jiang Yuan’s memory, his father is always the valiant Martial God, the Overlord when with his mother.

But you, too, will age.

Jiang Yuan looked at Jiang Wanxiang, who lay quietly with closed eyes, the Long-burning Lamp on the nearby candle stand flickering, casting uncertain shadows on Jiang Wanxiang’s face, and similarly on Jiang Yuan’s, his palm concealed within his sleeve.

Inside the sleeve, he held a medicine bottle.

A jade bottle.

Inside the bottle, a flowing liquid seemed to possess the heartbeat and vitality from eight hundred years ago; it was none other than Fei’s Blood Poison.

The last remnant of Fei’s Heart Blood.

Jiang Yuan gazed at his father and the medicinal vessel on the table beside him, his face cast in shadow under the Long-burning Lamp’s glow. He had already heard of the emperor and the Grandmaster discussing the future heir.

The Grandmaster advised the Crown Prince again, to let the nation recuperate.

Originally, Yuwen Lie should have died on the battlefield, but that beast He Ruoqinhu brought Yuwen Lie back, making Jiang Yuan feel uncertain about his hold on power.

If it’s according to father’s wishes, it might be elder brother in the end.

Unless the emperor passes away, and a forgery of the Imperial Decree is made.

He had already connected with the prime minister, struggling for a long time; although he disliked his brother Jiang Gao, the bond of father and son was difficult to sever. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Yet Jiang Yuan had gone too far down this path.

Like a rolling stone on a high mountain.

Unable to stop.

Initially harboring hostility towards his brother, first secretly acting against him, the innocent childhood Jiang Yuan had died, replaced by growing desire and greed. His struggles were only temporary, with continual decline being the norm.

Actually, it wasn’t initiated by Mr. Po Jun.

It was Emperor Chen, Chen Dingye, who personally gave him this medicine, that incompetent, serpent-like Emperor Chen with a gentle, elegant smile told him that with his talent, he could defeat Taiping Duke and Wolf King, so why couldn’t Jiang Yuan?

Indeed, Chen Dingye could too!

His talent, his courage, far surpassed Chen Dingye!

Why not?

Jiang Yuan’s expressions shifted; Chen Dingye’s words were like poison from a dragon, taking root in Jiang Yuan’s heart, shadow swaying, his silhouette seemingly engulfed by another, colder shadow behind.

He finally slowly took out the jade bottle, opened it, and poured Fei Blood into the medicine.

Within the silent palace, his son’s voice echoed.

"Father."

He said, "It’s time for your medicine."