In the dimly lit small room, only a single lamp cast the shadow of Zhang San onto the bed behind him.
"Emperor Kaihuang was a usurper, and so was the Red Emperor."
"One sacrificed his own grandson, the other sacrificed his own father."
"Can the Red Emperor truly achieve everything that Emperor Kaihuang did, and even surpass him?"
After saying this in the dim little room, Zhang San turned to glance at the bed behind him.
In the next moment, the person who had been lying on the bed suddenly awoke.
"Ah - am I... am I not dead!?"
Emperor Kaihuang sat up from the bed, looking at his own hands with joy, then felt over his heart.
He could feel that there were no wounds at his heart.
At this moment, Emperor Kaihuang looked at Zhang San in the small room with excitement, deeply moved.
"I knew it, Zhang San, you are my loyal minister! How could you possibly assassinate me? I knew it!"
With that, Emperor Kaihuang tried to get off the bed.
