Great Xia Dynasty.
Capital city, Sum Emperor's sleeping palace.
The Sum Emperor lay on the bed, looking as if he was on his last breath. At this moment, Zhao Wenhan and Lin Gaoyuan were reporting the latest movements of the major dynasties.
A little while later, the Sum Emperor suddenly began coughing violently. A maid hurried over with a yellow silk handkerchief; in the next moment, the Sum Emperor coughed up fresh blood onto the handkerchief, dyeing the yellow silk a deep red.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Wenhan and Lin Gaoyuan both frowned slightly, their eyes darting with different thoughts, each plotting their own schemes.
After a while, the Sum Emperor spoke, "I never thought that as soon as I fall, the major dynasties would surround us like vultures."
Saying this, the Sum Emperor glanced at Zhao Wenhan and Lin Gaoyuan, then asked, "Zhao, Lin, in your opinion, which prince can succeed my position?"