Once Again I'll Become The Emperor (Revised Edition)

  "Imperial brother, my army has already surrounded the imperial city, and those stubborn officials have all been killed by me. Imperial brother, you've lost completely this time."

  "Hmm... it seems I've lost. Well, from today on, the ruler of Qing Long Country will be you, Imperial Brother."

  "You...can still laugh?"

  "Haha, why not laugh? I've been planning for ten whole years and can finally hand over the throne with a clear conscience. And I can finally stop being this boring monarch. Even if I die right now, I can close my eyes in peace."

  "Ten years...... could it be you......!?"

  "Imperial brother, you are intelligent and diligent, but your heart is too soft. That's why you weren't suited to be a king in the past. But... now you're fully capable of taking on the position of king, perhaps even doing better than I."

  "Big brother! Don't! I never thought of you dying! Why must it be like this?!"

  "Cough, cough, my foolish little brother... Use my life to sacrifice to the Green Dragon Sword, cough, only then can the Green Dragon Sword truly be yours..."

  "No! I don't want it anymore! I don't want any throne! I just want you to be safe and sound! Did you hear me?!"

  "It's too late... Young Master... From now on... Qing Long will be handed over to you..."

  Kuro Neko Shurō no Wakare-sen

  In a daze, Long Yitian only felt a sharp pain in his chest, like a knife cut, so painful that he just wanted to faint, but his consciousness was clearer than ever, so he could only endure it forcibly.

  "Hmm... this Qinglong Sword is indeed worthy of being a national treasure, it's really not ordinary..."

  A sword pierced his heart, and it was the sharpest treasure sword in the world. Long Yintian felt that he should have died from what he said, but after a long time, there was no sign of his consciousness fading away. Instead, the pain in his chest gradually weakened, and his originally numb body regained its sensation.

  "Your Majesty, you must be calm and composed, take care of your dragon body."

  "Yes, the dragon's body is crucial, Your Majesty."

  "Your Majesty..."

  "Your Majesty..."

  The constant chatter in his ear made Long Yitian's brows furrow tighter, and he was even more annoyed in his heart. Finally, he couldn't help but open his mouth and angrily say: "All of you shut up for me!"

  Just after opening his mouth, Long Yitian was slightly stunned because he heard that the language he spoke was not any of the languages he knew, but a language he had never heard of.

  But in this room, which was originally as noisy as a vegetable market, it suddenly became quiet in an instant.

  Up until now, Long Hui Tian felt slightly better. He took a few deep breaths and slowly opened his eyes...

  Looking at the people kneeling in front of him, Long Yintian really didn't know what to say, because judging from their clothes, these people were obviously not subjects of Qinglong Country, and from the signs just now, he should be the master of these people.

  "It's really infuriating! Not even death can bring peace, are all those who have been recognized by the Qinglong Sword so unlucky?"

  Although Long Hanyan was resentful in his heart, his face remained expressionless. Years of being a monarch had long since honed his ability to conceal his emotions to perfection.

  With a casual wave of his hand, he signaled them all to retreat, and Long Yintian easily chased away the whole house full of slaves.

  Because he needs time to digest this sudden change, it's just a suicide, how did he inexplicably run here?

  Just as Long Yitian relaxed, he felt a sudden dizziness, and then countless images and scenes began to rush into his mind.

  He could only lie in bed, panting heavily, enduring the throbbing pain in his head, unable to even refuse, and soon a layer of fine sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

  Hongli, the fourth son of Yongzheng Emperor, was born on August 13 in the 50th year of Kangxi. He ascended to the throne in the 13th year of Yongzheng and became the fourth emperor of Qing after entering the pass.

  In the first month of the 13th year of Qianlong's reign, Empress Fuca went on an eastern tour with the emperor and died on March 11 in a boat at Dezhou during the return journey.

  Yesterday, the coffin of Empress Dowager Cixi was moved from the Ningxiao Palace to the east gate of the Forbidden City, then westward through the Xihua Gate and into the Qianqing Gate, finally arriving at the Long Spring Hall where it was placed in the main hall.

  Qianlong was extremely grieved by the death of Empress Xiaoxian and fainted as soon as he entered the Changchun Palace, which frightened everyone. They carefully helped him back to the Yangxin Hall and summoned the imperial physician.

  It just so happened that in the short moment when everyone left the Yangxin Hall, a green light suddenly appeared directly above Qianlong's body, and the powerful energy directly turned his body into ashes. His soul was absorbed by this energy due to the difference between yin and yang.

  As the blue light faded, Longyin Tian's body appeared on the dragon bed, and this energy was fully integrated into his body, repairing the fatal wounds on him, while Qianlong's soul was also absorbed and merged by Longyin Tian's soul.

  Because of the fusion of souls, that power also completely changed Long Yintian's appearance, which is why those slaves mistakenly took him for the emperor.

  The feeling of headache slowly disappeared, and Long Yintian couldn't help but secretly scold the heavens for their unfairness as he let out a breath.

  He had been the ruler of Qinglong Country for over 300 years, and just when he finally got the chance to break free, he was sent here to continue being an emperor. It's simply... unbearable!

  'Die again?' The thought flashed through his mind and was immediately dismissed.

  Don't be kidding, without the Qinglong sword in hand, if he were to commit suicide, the sin would be great, and nine out of ten chances he wouldn't die anyway. Why bother seeking trouble?

  He lay on the bed, Long Yitian began to sort out the memories that originally belonged to Qianlong. Since he wanted to stay, he could only bear the responsibility of being an emperor.

  After all, this country is innocent, and its people are also innocent. It cannot be destroyed overnight because of his willfulness.

  After sorting out the memories of more than 30 years before Qianlong, Long Yitian secretly sighed in his heart. The previous owner of this body was really not a material for being an emperor, and he could actually make a good country lose to such a state. If Emperor Yongzheng knew about it, wouldn't he be so angry that he would come back to life?

  But it's not too late to start saving now, the treasury is still full, and the foundation left by Emperor Yongzheng is still there, so if we mend the pen for the lost sheep, the problem won't be big.

  He raised his hand to touch the spot where his heart was, and Long Hanyue seemed to still feel the moment when the Qinglong sword pierced his body. His heart felt as cold as ice, so cold that even his soul couldn't help but tremble. The divine artifact was indeed a divine artifact, completely unmatched by any other weapon.

  Perhaps his soul was able to come into this world, thanks to the ingenuity of Qinglong Sword, it's indeed a worthy sword for protecting its master, and it's truly living up to its reputation, managing to save his life in such a way.

  At this time, a shrill and fine voice that was neither male nor female sounded outside the door: "Your Majesty, the time has come to go to Changchun Palace for the wine ceremony."

  Long Yintian thought hard for a moment, and only then did he remember that the person outside the door was Gao Wuyong, who was considered to be Qianlong's confidant. He had previously served Emperor Yongzheng and was well-versed in etiquette, always following closely behind Qianlong as his personal eunuch attendant.

  "Come in and help me change." After all, it was the Empress Dowager's funeral procession. Even though Long Hui Tian had never met the Empress before, he still had to go through the motions. The imperial family was all about rules and etiquette.

  "Ah." Saying that, Gao Wuyong led a few little palace maids to carefully push the door and enter. Seeing Long Yintian had already gotten up, he immediately let these palace maids pass by to attend to him.

  Long Hanyi was having the palace maids hurry to help him change and comb his hair, while asking afterwards: "Gao Wuyong, who has come to see me during my rest?"

  "The empress dowager and all the ladies of the palace have sent people to ask, and I've conveyed the imperial physician's words one by one." Gao Wuyong had a humble and obedient expression, his words were also extremely measured, neither offending those inside nor outside.

  Gao Wu Yong's words are futile, Long Hui Tian understands the current situation is special, and the slaves are being extremely cautious, afraid of touching the emperor's reverse scales.

  Fortunately, he didn't intend to pay attention to those women in the harem either. He instructed in a tone that couldn't be heard as joyful or angry: "Alright, let's head to Changchun Palace."

  "Ah! Set up the Dragon and Phoenix Palace!"

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