Seduce the Emperor to Surrender - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Yan Zhao was the Late Emperor’s youngest son.

He had been hidden away in the cold palace all his life.

The princes fought openly and in secret over the position of heir apparent.

By the time the emperor finally came to his senses,

all his sons were dead.

At his wits’ end, he discovered he still had a young son in the cold palace.

He immediately made him crown prince

and brought him to his side to raise and teach personally.

But only a few days later, the Late Emperor breathed his last, and Yan Zhao was forced to ascend the throne.

He was nothing more than a puppet emperor.

If not for a few loyal servants protecting him,

he would probably have lost his life long ago.

I took out a handkerchief and wiped away his tears.

I was just about to comfort him

when my father’s urgent voice came from behind me.

“What did that bastard say? Hurry up and tell me.”

I turned around.

My father was clinging to the door, only the top of his head poking out, clearly eavesdropping.

“Father, why are you hiding behind the door?”

“Just passing by.”

As expected of an old fox who had served as chancellor for more than a decade.

He lied without so much as blinking.

Yan Zhao choked out,

“Imperial Father said that before Aunt died, she left Chancellor Yun something very important.”

“If you are willing to return to the capital with me, his confidant will hand that thing over to you.”

My father gnashed his teeth. “That rotten old bastard. He actually dared to scheme against me!”

Chapter 5

Yan Zhao’s aunt

was naturally the late Princess Chonghua.

She was the Late Emperor’s twin sister.

I heard my father had fallen in love with her at first sight.

Unfortunately, Princess Chonghua had died young.

My father was so devastated that he never married.

To ensure his branch of the family line did not end,

my grandfather and grandmother chose me from the clan and adopted me to him.

My father was so angry his beard practically bristled.

“I’m not going. That old bastard thinks he can use this to control me? In his dreams!”

Yan Zhao was so frightened he trembled, his little hands clutching tightly at the corners of his robe.

“Chancellor Yun, Imperial Father said… said it was the wedding dress Aunt embroidered with her own hands…”

My father froze on the spot.

I had never seen him lose his composure like this.

Those hands that could turn the tides in the imperial court

were now trembling slightly.

“Wedding dress?”

My father’s voice seemed a little hoarse.

Yan Zhao said timidly, “Aunt originally wanted to marry Chancellor Yun.”

My father suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until tears came to his eyes.

“Yan Cheng, you son of a bitch.”

This was the second time I had ever seen my father cry.

The first was when he learned the Late Emperor had passed away.

He had gotten dead drunk all by himself,

crying as he cursed,

“Son of a bitch. Short-lived bastard!”

“Serves you right for dying!”

At the time, I thought he was crying from joy.

But now, I was puzzled.

The Late Emperor was not named Yan Cheng.

There was no one named Yan Cheng in the imperial family.