Eldest Brother Yan approached the old Emperor's dragon couch and said faintly, "Father, you have to take it easy. I've brought Prince Luoyang here, but we don't have the antidote yet. Don't die before he hands over the antidote."
The old Emperor panted heavily and looked at Eldest Brother Yan with widened eyes.
He was sure this unfilial son was doing this on purpose. He wanted to send the imperial physicians away before dealing with him, right?
He gritted his teeth and said, "It won't do you any good if I die!"
"I know. That's why I brought Prince Luoyang here. He's waiting for you outside. Father, do you still want to meet your good son?" Eldest Brother Yan teased.
"You—"
The old Emperor was furious. If he had the strength now, he would definitely teach the Third Prince a lesson.
However, he was useless now. The poison in his body had tortured him. "Let him in. Let him in. Bring him in to me immediately. I want to see him!"
