"When I become the Emperor, how about you becoming my Empress?"
His tone was disdainful, his eyes filled with an intense possessiveness.
Xia Ruqing was already extremely weak, her whole body on the verge of collapse.
She forced a bitter smile while holding herself up.
"Just you?"
"Even if everyone in the Great Chu Dynasty died, it wouldn't be your turn to be Emperor!"
She had three sons and a daughter beneath her.
Leaving aside that Chenchen had already grown up, even Henger and Yeye were legitimate heirs.
Truth be told, all three of them were rightful inheritors; how could it possibly be his turn?
Zhao Junqi laughed heartily.
"What?"
"Even Zhao Junyao is no match for me? And you expect your ten-year-old little brat to be?"
"Hahaha..."
Xia Ruqing gripped the bedsheet tightly, letting her wounds open, the pain piercing, blood flowing freely!
"You're spouting nonsense!"
"Zhao Junyao will not die!"
"He will never die!"
Zhao Junqi sneered lightly.
