A thousand-year-old family begins with one fighting against ten thousand.

(I wasn't feeling well yesterday, so I only included a partial outline at the end. I've finished writing and revised it today, and you can also read it directly from this chapter.)

"I'm leaving."

Emperor Huang of Han took the son born to Consort Xu back to the Jiaofang Palace, where the child slowly fell asleep in his father's warm embrace.

Under pressure from the Zhao sisters, Emperor Huang of Han placed his hands on the neck of his own son.

At this moment, the young prince sensed the presence of his biological father and unconsciously smiled happily in his sleep.

A flicker of emotion crossed Emperor Huang's heart, and he stopped his hand from exerting force.

"Your Majesty, are you having second thoughts? Are you really going to abandon us sisters?"

Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Hede looked at Emperor Huang of Han, and each picked up a pair of scissors and held them to their own necks.

"No, no, how could I possibly betray you!"

Emperor Huang of Han hardened his heart and exerted force with both hands.

"Wow wow wow!"

The child's cries rang out, but they did not awaken the cold heart of his biological father.

Not long after, the child's crying gradually stopped, and his breathing gradually ceased.

Emperor Huang of Han staggered back a few steps, staring blankly at his hands, which were covered in blood.

He killed his own son with his own hands.

He turned away, unable to look at the already cold baby in front of him.

"Take it and bury it!"

"Take it now!"

Emperor Huang of Han said urgently.

Several maids in the palace quickly took the child away, hastily dug a hole, and buried him.

Xu Meiren felt a pang of pain in her heart, as if she had lost the most important thing in her life.

What's going on?

She clutched her chest in confusion, feeling a void in her heart.

As night fell, Consort Xu still hadn't seen the Emperor return with the child. Recalling the emptiness that had risen in her heart that afternoon, she had a bad feeling.

"No, no, His Majesty personally took our son away. How could anything happen to him in this palace!"

Consort Xu struggled to her feet and, despite her weakened state, walked for a long time before arriving at the Empress Dowager's palace.

"Consort Xu, why aren't you resting in your palace? What brings you here to me?"

Empress Dowager Wang hurriedly ordered someone to bring Consort Xu in, intending to have her lie on her bed.

This person was a great contributor to her giving birth to a healthy grandson, and deserves her kind treatment.

"Empress Dowager, isn't my son with you?"

Consort Xu grabbed Empress Dowager Wang's arm, looked around anxiously but couldn't find the Emperor and her child, and asked...

"He's not here. Hasn't the prince been staying in your palace the whole time?"

"The child is so young. Even if I wanted to see him, I would definitely go to your palace. I wouldn't let such a young child run around everywhere."

"What happened?"

Having spent many years in the inner palace, the Empress Dowager developed a keen sense of smell, which made her realize that something was amiss.

"Your Majesty, this afternoon Your Majesty said that the Empress Dowager missed the prince, so he took the prince away and said he wanted to let you see him and discuss the prince's name with you."

Empress Xu kept reassuring herself that the child was His Majesty's own flesh and blood, and that nothing would happen to him.

"Guards! Where has the Emperor gone?!"

Empress Dowager Wang was not as naive as Consort Xu. Although she did not believe that her son would do such a cruel thing as patricide, as the victor in the palace struggle, she had no doubt that the two women from the Zhao family would do such a thing.

The palace was filled with the Empress Dowager's spies, and soon someone reported the Emperor's whereabouts.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty has taken the prince from Consort Xu's quarters to the Jiaofang Palace."

A thunderbolt flashed through Xu Meiren's mind, and she fainted.

What kind of place is Jiaofang Palace? It's where the Zhao sisters, who were extremely jealous, lived.

Emperor Huang of Han did have children, but all of them were killed by the Zhao sisters for various reasons.

The reason was that the Zhao sisters were unable to have children, and they did not allow anyone else to bear children for the emperor, as this threatened their status.

The Empress Dowager's face turned ashen; she had realized what had happened.

"That beast! Go to the Empress's Palace right now!"

With her heart filled with worry about her son's life or death, Xu Meiren woke up from her coma on her own.

"I want to go too."

Empress Dowager Wang did not hesitate, "Someone, carry Consort Xu along."

In the Jiaofang Palace, Emperor Huang of Han could not fall asleep for a long time. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image of him strangling his own son.

He could almost hear the baby crying pitifully, constantly questioning him, "Why did you kill me?"

Why would you kill a baby who wasn't even a month old?!

Why did he kill his own son?!

What crime did he commit?!

To subject him to such treatment from the moment he was born?!

"I didn't mean to, I didn't want to kill you, I didn't want to!"

Emperor Huang of Han murmured.

"Your Majesty, please rest. It was just an infant; its death is nothing. Don't let it harm your health!"

Zhao Feiyan held Emperor Hanhuang in her arms, her tone gentle, showing no trace of the ugly face she had shown during the day when she forced Emperor Hanhuang to strangle her own son.

"The Empress Dowager has arrived."

Emperor Huang of Han felt a surge of panic, realizing that the Empress Dowager must already know the truth.

He quickly got out of bed, looked around, and then hid under the bed.

"Don't tell the Empress Dowager that I'm here."

"Where is the emperor?!"

Empress Dowager Wang barged in, stopping all the palace maids who tried to stop her.

"My son, where is my son?"

Consort Xu followed closely behind, rummaging through chests and cabinets in the Jiaofang Palace, searching for her child.

"Oh dear, what wind has blown the Empress Dowager here?"

Zhao Feiyan chuckled and walked towards the Empress Dowager with a beaming smile.

"Where's the emperor! Let him come out!"

Empress Dowager Wang showed no respect for Zhao Feiyan. She had always looked down on the two sisters. If it weren't for the Emperor's insistence on his own way, would she have become Empress?!

"His Majesty has already left; he's not here now," Zhao Feiyan replied.

Do you think I'm blind?

"Ever since the emperor and his princes entered the Jiaofang Palace, they have not come out."

"Make him get out here right now! Where is my grandson?!"

At this moment, Xu Meiren searched high and low but couldn't find her child, so she turned her attention to the only place she hadn't looked: under the bed.

He crawled under the bed and looked down, finding himself face to face with Emperor Huang of Han.

Emperor Huang of Han gave an awkward smile, but was extremely angry with Consort Xu.

"Your Majesty, where is my son?"

When Consort Xu saw Emperor Huang of Han taking her child away, she couldn't wait for him to come out. She climbed down from the bed and looked around next to him, but didn't see her child.

The grievances and hatred in her heart brought tears to her eyes, and her reason was held together by only a thin string.

Emperor Huang of Han crawled out from under the bed at a snail's pace. "My son, my son suddenly fell ill and has passed away."