Black Iron Crown

The imperial capital, in the royal palace of Tesca City.

August is a very good season in the temperate city of Beijing. The sun hangs high in the sky, and the sunlight is gentle but not harsh.

The white clouds drifting across the sky are so gentle, everything in the world is gently blown by the breeze, the dense trees are shaken and the branches make a pleasant rustling sound, and the flowers and plants on the ground are blown away by petals, embellishing the world so colorfully .

Pollen wanders around with such a vibrant wind, making the air sweet.

Birds chirped on the branches of the big trees, and children played in groups in the streets.

The brave knights sweated like rain in their courtyards practicing construction, and the orderly soldiers looked out from the top of the city and patrolled the streets.

Businessmen, big and small, are selling their products to passers-by, while the residents are in a hurry to discuss life.

The days in the imperial capital are full and busy like this.

However, all this beauty has nothing to do with the greatest emperor in the high-walled hall.

He has been in a coma for more than two years. Although he has woken up many times one after another in the past two years, he has not been able to recover. The once majestic and stalwart body has gradually shrunk and become emaciated.

Emperor Kafete opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling of the gorgeous and exquisite murals above his head, his eyes were dull and lifeless.

The coma of more than two years has greatly damaged his brain and central nervous system, and his eyes, which were as sharp as a falcon at the beginning, are now cloudy like an old man who is dying.

After a long while, his vision gradually recovered.

It has been more than ten days since he woke up last time, but he didn't have the slightest perception of it. He no longer knew what year it was.

"Come on!"

The voice of Emperor Caffett was lifeless and extremely weak. Perhaps his energy and flesh and blood had been exhausted in this long slumber.

After passing through layers of luxurious curtains made of the best fabrics, a maid came in. She was the same maid who fed medicine to Emperor Kaffit.

Seeing this woman, Emperor Kafete's eyes became full of fear.

Perhaps he was once an invincible emperor,

No one can maintain grace under his majesty.

However, now he is just an old man whose health and spirit have been eroded by the eyes. His power and self-confidence endowed him with unparalleled majesty and momentum, but now he has nothing.

Sitting on the bed, the maid glanced at the emperor who couldn't even move a finger, her eyes were full of pity.

He prepared a bowl of milk soup with bread and some meat crumbs soaked in warm goat's milk. There was also a little poppy mixed in the car, which could make the emperor fall asleep as quickly as possible.

Just when she was about to lift up the emperor's sluggish body, Emperor Kafete spoke.

"Where is the queen? I want to meet her..."

Caffett closed his eyes, and when he said these words, he looked very calm, and he was not as angry as before.

Maybe it was because he had let go, or maybe it was just that his body was too weak to even rage.

However, the maid turned a deaf ear to the emperor's words, and continued to carry the goat milk to feed the emperor. She had been doing this kind of work for two years.

"That's enough! I said I want to see the queen!" The emperor had always said what he said, but after being treated like this many times, he finally broke out.

However, the maid is not a good-tempered character.

As the queen's personal maid, she is an absolute confidant, so she naturally knows that the emperor is useless.

So there is no respect for him at all.

"An emperor who has no rights wants to boss me around?" the maid thought in her heart.

In the past, the mighty and majestic emperor had been served by her like a soft-footed shrimp for two years, and she had long since despised him.

Seeing that the emperor still spoke in a condescending tone, she felt uneasy for a while.

"Okay, my Emperor, I advise you not to talk to me like this, because your life and death are all in my hands, in the hands of a humble maid, and now I am your father!"

The maid raised her eyebrows and stroked the emperor's face twice, then said to the emperor in a pretentious tone.

"You...you..." The emperor's originally pale face began to turn reddish at this moment, panting and wanting to say something.

"Okay, my lord! Drink it, and don't cause me any more trouble..." The maid raised the bowl and said with a low face, "If you don't want to suffer!"

As he spoke, he was about to deliver the bowl to the emperor's mouth.

How could the emperor endure such humiliation? He struggled with all his strength and said, "I want to see the queen! I want to ask her why she did this to me! Get the hell out of here, you vile bitch!"

Hearing the emperor's insult, the maid showed a ruthless look on her face, and then delivered the bowl to the emperor's mouth regardless.

"Woo... woo woo!" The emperor resisted desperately.

But he is too weak, he who used to be able to fight wild beasts is not even as strong as a healthy woman, so he can only be forced to drink goat milk under the control of the wrinkled maid.

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" The emperor didn't come up in one breath, choked on his milk, and began to cough violently, with milk still flowing out from the corner of his mouth.

A series of violent coughs coughed out his lungs like medicine, his face flushed red, he finally stopped coughing, but the sound of breathing was like a bellows.

The maid panicked, she threw the bowl on the ground in a hurry, and began to check the emperor's physical condition.

Although the queen hoped that the emperor would not be able to wake up and take power, she definitely did not want him to die at this time.

The emperor started to cough violently again, his voice obviously became abnormal, and his face was also flushed abnormally.

There were dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and the emperor's breathing sounded like a bellows, and it seemed that it was very difficult to breathe.

"Bitch!" The emperor let out a final mournful cry with all his strength, and then lay on the bed without breathing.

I don't know if this slut is referring to this maid, or his young and beautiful queen who gave birth to a prince for him.

The maid was already stunned at this moment, her face was full of expressions of fear.

Try putting your hands on the emperor's nostrils...

Hastily retracted his fingers.

Because she discovered that the once heroic and invincible emperor who conquered a vast territory in front of her... has no breath!

She pursed her lips, wiped the sweat off her forehead with her clothes, and began to tidy up the emperor's body trembling.

After all, he was the person in charge of the emperor's daily life, not to mention that the emperor's sudden death had an inevitable connection with her.

After working for a while, erasing all traces, and making a scene of the emperor dying naturally, she tidied up and ran out of the room to report to the queen.

It is sad and deplorable that a generation of great emperors who unified the Pan-Ridka nation and conquered an unprecedented vast territory did not die of hard work and fighting, but died humiliatingly at the hands of a woman. This has to be said to be fate A huge joke.