Late at night.
In front of the Emperor's bedroom, Jiang Che came to the door and bowed respectfully. "Father, I am here."
There were no eunuchs or palace maids in front of the bedroom, so he had no choice but to shout outside.
"Come in."
Emperor Shuntian's weak voice sounded. Jiang Che took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and entered before closing the door behind him.
The interior of the palace was brightly lit. After he lit eight oil lamps, he walked to Emperor Shuntian who was reading a book.
Emperor Shuntian lazily laid on the dragon couch with a pot of wine and pastries on a small table.
Jiang Che looked at Emperor Shuntian with a complicated expression.
He already knew why his father had called for him. He once hoped that his father would die as soon as possible so that he could ascend the throne. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt uncomfortable and even confused.