Xia Houzhe felt like he was about to die.
Strangely, when a person is near death, there's a certain feeling of finality, as if all resistance and dissatisfaction no longer exist. Perhaps he had long foreseen this fate, only didn't expect it to come so quickly.
To seek the throne, one must either succeed or die trying; it's either victory or defeat, he had no words to argue.
Just thinking about his body, he couldn't help but curse, the Great Qing Emperor Chu, truly a dog.
Xia Houzhe heard footsteps approaching and slightly turned his head, catching sight of Emperor Chu coming in a brilliant yellow Dragon Robe, and his lips couldn't help but curl into a smile.
"To have the Emperor lower himself to see a dying man like me, it's quite an honor for this remnant of the Xia clan."
