Demon Emperor

Chapter 2 The Ghost Emperor's Crying Gate

Ruan Hu lay in the emperor's bedchamber, his eyes closed, feigning sleep.

At this moment, he was covered with a large red and gold-threaded python quilt, and the surrounding red gauze curtains were embroidered with golden grape patterns. He could also smell a faint fragrance.

It smells like incense, mixed with other subtle fragrances.

The concubine sitting beside him carefully took a towel from a copper basin in the hands of a palace maid and placed it on his forehead.

Her beautiful eyes were as gentle as water, her hairpin swayed lightly, and her hair was like rosy clouds.

Even from a deathly angle, lying down, you can't see the slightest flaw in her face.

Through the embroidered gauze curtain, one could see many figures outside.

The eunuchs stood along the layers of doors, heads bowed, barely daring to breathe.

Outside the main hall.

The golden-armored guards, swords in hand, glared menacingly at everyone.

Several ministers dressed in purple robes with gold belts and gold fish-shaped pouches at their waists stood in the palace, sighing and whispering among themselves.

A royal physician stood beside the emperor's bed, feeling Ruan Hu's pulse while slightly shaking his head, looking every bit the charlatan.

"Uh-huh……"

This made Ruan Hu feel a little guilty, and he thought to himself.

"Is this person going to realize I'm faking illness?"

Although he fell into the water, Ruan Hu was not sick.

He feigned illness and sleep to observe the outside world; having just taken the emperor's body, he could not act rashly.

The excuse of falling into the water gave Ruan Hu time to recover.

The imperial physician finished taking the pulse, then put away his tools and wooden box and walked to the side.

immediately.

The concubines, ministers, and eunuchs all crowded around, anxiously looking at the imperial physician.

"how?"

"Is Your Majesty alright?"

Is Your Majesty in good health?

The imperial physician bowed respectfully to each person before speaking.

"Your Majesty is in good health; you have simply caught a cold and will recover in a few days."

"I will prescribe another prescription; you can take the medicine according to the prescription."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The concubine then took the prescription and handed it to the eunuch beside her, who immediately made the necessary arrangements.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the emperor on the dragon bed was cautiously opening his eyes and looking at them through the gauze curtains.

"check!"

"A thorough investigation is absolutely necessary."

"How could His Majesty fall into the water for no reason? There must be a villain behind this."

"His Majesty has not yet awakened..."

Ruan Hu could barely understand the arguing outside; it was a dialect similar to that of the southeastern region.

However, being able to understand this "dialect" does not mean that Ruan Hu can speak this "dialect".

Ruan Hu dared not speak, fearing that if he did, people would notice that something was wrong with him.

However, pretending to be asleep indefinitely is not a good idea.

"Cough cough!"

At this moment, Ruan Hu suddenly coughed twice.

Instantly, everyone was startled and turned to look.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

"..."

Beneath the gauze curtain, Ruan Hu waved his hand.

Some people were confused, but others quickly grasped the meaning.

The concubine stepped forward, glanced at Ruan Hu, and then spoke to the outside of the tent.

"We'll discuss this later. His Majesty needs to rest and recuperate now. He will make decisions once he recovers."

Several ministers stepped forward to confirm that the emperor had indeed woken up and was feeling better, and they breathed a sigh of relief before taking their leave.

Then, the entire palace fell silent.

However, things did not seem to be as simple as Ruan Hu had anticipated.

Seizing the throne from the emperor came far too easily, and indeed it was simple. But the real problem was how to prevent people from discovering his true identity as emperor, and since he couldn't even speak properly, he couldn't even get past the first hurdle.

"What should I do?"

Ruan Hu lay on the warm dragon bed, pondering this question.

If this continues, problems will soon arise.

"Pretending to have amnesia?"

Ruan Hu thought to himself.

However, soon, several graceful figures in palace attire appeared outside the tent, and the concubines once again stepped forward close to them.

Ruan Hu first smelled the familiar fragrance, and then felt the smooth palace robe fall into his hands.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine."

The warm, soft-spoken woman helped up Ruan Hu, who was still pretending to be sick, and let the "weak" man lean against her.

Lying in the concubine's arms, the medicine seemed to become less bitter.

It must be said that this dragon bed is much warmer than the roof ridge.

Not only does it warm my body, but it also warms my heart.

And this time.

A blurry shadow seemed to drift past the window, and Ruan Hu noticed it immediately.

He lay in the arms of the emperor's concubines, his gaze suddenly shifting to the side.

Those originally ordinary black eyes turned golden in an instant, appearing eerie and unsettling.

And at this moment.

It was pitch black outside the window. Even though it wasn't raining, there was a row of wet marks on the ground, which looked like footprints.

Gradually, a figure appeared behind the window.

It was a wet figure.

His hair was disheveled, and he exuded a soaring resentment.

Even through the paper window, one could vaguely see a pair of blood-red, venomous eyes.
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Dark clouds filled the sky, obscuring even the stars in the heavens.

The emperor fell into the pool.

A chilling wind arose in the middle of the night, causing palace servants and eunuchs passing by to feel a deep coldness and instinctively carry their lanterns to avoid the area.

As night deepened, a shadow gradually emerged from the depths of the pool and walked towards the shore.

That was not the posture a human should have; it was a ghostly figure.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The ghost let out a heart-wrenching, mournful cry as it walked deeper into the palace.

Occasionally, when someone passes by him, they feel their hair stand on end and their whole body go cold.

"Hey, it's so cold!"

"Why does this place feel so gloomy?"

"Go quickly, go quickly."

The ghost walked through the palace, yet no one could see him.

This ghost was none other than the emperor who had fallen into the pond and died tragically.

The Ghost Emperor, with disheveled hair, died with his eyes wide open, unable to close in peace.

He followed his senses and slowly made his way to his palace, trying to find his body again, but he immediately saw a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

Inside the magnificent palace, another version of himself was already lying on the dragon bed.

He lay half on the dragon bed, and half nestled in the arms of his concubine.

The demon not only possessed his body and slept on his dragon bed, but also had his favorite concubine serve him on his side.

At this moment, all he could do was watch through the window.

In an instant, the Ghost Emperor flew into a rage, his eyes turning crimson, revealing his true form as a vengeful ghost.

He tried to rush in, making whimpering noises.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Unfortunately, the concubine couldn't hear his shouts at all; she was only focused on the demon on the bed with her beautiful eyes.

The Demon Emperor's eyes were bloodshot; how could he not be insane, how could he not be filled with resentment?

But at this moment, the demon seemed to have noticed him.

The demon on the dragon bed turned its head slightly, its eerie eyes glancing at him, and the Ghost Emperor immediately lost all his courage.

All his anger was swallowed back down, his soaring resentment collapsed, and even his body became hunched over.

She only dared to peek through the crack in the door from the corner of the wall and the window, looking pitiful and miserable.

(End of this chapter)