The protagonist of this crossover film and television series is disrupting the plot again.

Chapter 545 Joy of Life 101

"If Xiao Yezi had been healthy at the time, even if someone had broken into Taiping Villa, how could she have died so easily with just that box?"

"However, Fan Xian is, after all, Xiao Yezi's son, and I won't let him die by my hand. So..."

As he spoke, Chen Pingping changed the subject, a strange look appearing on his face: "Your Majesty, do you think that I treated Fan Xian so well before, even going so far as to break him out of prison? When he returns from Jiangnan and learns that you killed me, how will he treat you? And what about the First Prince? How will he view you?"

As expected, the old dog began to distance himself from Fan Xian, and even mentioned the First Prince for the sake of Consort Ning.

Emperor Qing remained calm and composed. He was neither angered by Chen Pingping's treasonous words nor pleased that he had guessed Chen Pingping's thoughts.

He slowly rose to his feet, his steps steady as he stood on the ground. He spread his arms naturally, exuding an aura of imperial majesty. “Even though the Crown Prince is dead now, and the eldest son and Fan Xian resent me because of you, don’t forget that I still have the second and third sons. My empire will be passed down forever, for thousands of generations.”

His voice was calm, yet very firm, each word seemingly carrying an irresistible force.

"...The Second Prince and the Third Prince?"

Chen Pingping burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke.

The laughter echoed in the empty imperial study, carrying a hint of desolation and mockery, as if it were mocking Emperor Qing's arrogance.

He chuckled as he glanced up through the glass window of the imperial study at the still-dim sky. After a moment, he looked away, fixing his gaze on Emperor Qing with a defiant look in his eyes. He said, enunciating each word clearly, "When I entered the palace, I sent a 'generous gift' to both Your Highnesses. I have now been in the imperial study for half an hour, and I imagine Your Highnesses have already..."

Chen Pingping deliberately paused his conversation here, causing Emperor Qing's eyes to sharpen slightly, a glint of cold light flashing in them, already understanding the unspoken meaning behind Chen Pingping's words.

Just then, as if to confirm Chen Pingping's words, a flurry of footsteps suddenly broke the solemn atmosphere in the imperial study.

A palace servant stumbled in from the inner court. Before the palace official in charge of affairs could stop him, the young eunuch fell to his knees with a thud. His voice was filled with fear and terror as he cried out, sobbing uncontrollably, "Your Majesty... the Third Prince... is dead!"

Emperor Qing's pupils contracted sharply, the calm in his eyes was instantly shattered, and a look of disbelief, shock and grief quickly flashed across his eyes, but this emotion was fleeting, replaced by a raging fire of anger.

He glanced coldly at Chen Pingping, his tone icy: "You...you actually dared to kill a prince!"

Faced with Emperor Qing's questioning, Chen Pingping showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he revealed a calm smile, a smile that contained a hint of indifference, a hint of mockery, and even a sense of relief.

He looked at Emperor Qing quietly, his gaze as calm as if he were watching a predetermined ending. He neither argued nor backed down, but said in an almost indifferent tone, "Your Majesty, don't worry, there is still the Second Prince."

These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into Emperor Qing's heart.

Finally, Emperor Qing could no longer suppress his anger and walked toward Chen Pingping with a livid face.

Each step carried an overwhelming momentum, as if to crush the cripple in front of him into dust.

He originally just wanted to ask Chen Pingping face-to-face why he betrayed him before killing him.

But to his surprise, Chen Pingping managed to kill his youngest son right under his nose.

Even though Li Chengping was not favored by him, he was still his son.

Truly worthy of being called Chen Pingping!

"I truly underestimated you!" Emperor Qing spat out these words through gritted teeth, his voice icy and chilling: "You murdered a prince and committed treason. I will not only kill you, but I will also make you die in the most painful way."

Chen Pingping laughed again, but this time the smile was completely different from before. It was a smile of relief that came from the bottom of his heart: "From the moment I began my revenge, I had already foreseen this day."

As he spoke, he seemed to see something, and his eyes suddenly softened. Looking past Emperor Qing in front of him, he called out urgently, "Little Yezi, have you come to take me away?"

Ye Qingmei?

Emperor Qing felt a chill and subconsciously turned around to look.

However, he only saw the walls of the Imperial Study; there was no sign of Ye Qingmei, or even a single person.

By the time Emperor Qing realized he had been tricked, it was already night. Chen Pingping's hands were already firmly gripping the front of the wheelchair armrests, and his forearms suddenly pulled back—

boom!boom!

Two loud bangs instantly exploded in the imperial study, the deafening sound echoing throughout the entire space.

The palace attendant outside the hall was startled by the sudden loud noise and, disregarding etiquette, kicked open the door to the imperial study.

Inside, smoke filled the air, and the low couch, table, screen, and other furnishings were almost all blown to pieces. The snow-white walls were covered with small, charred holes, from which white ash was falling in a flurry.

The whole house looked like it had been through a small storm, and was in a state of disrepair everywhere.

Chen Pingping, who caused all of this, was thrown backward by the immense recoil, his wheelchair speeding backward, knocking over numerous decorations along the way. It finally crashed violently into the wall on the other side of the imperial study, overturning and trapping him inside.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty——"

Gong Dian rushed inside in a panic, only to find Emperor Qing lying helplessly on the ground, his eyes closed, his body a mess.

His once fair face was now blackened by soot, and a few strands of charred black hair clung messily to his face. His dragon robe was also riddled with small, black holes.

Fresh blood gushed from the wound, mingling with the tattered clothing, making the scene look particularly gruesome.

Upon seeing this, Gong Dian felt a chill in his heart. He hurriedly stepped forward to help Emperor Qing up, calling out repeatedly, "Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

Emperor Qing's eyes twitched slightly at Gong Dian's call. He barely opened them and, after recognizing the person, pointed a trembling arm at Chen Pingping opposite him. His lips moved with difficulty, and his voice was barely audible: "Don't... let him die!"

As he spoke, he seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength and closed his eyes again.

Gong Dian was so nervous he almost exploded. He immediately shouted for the imperial physician to be summoned, and then, following Emperor Qing's orders, he subdued Chen Pingping.

Even the eunuchs who had summoned Chen Pingping to the palace and the imperial guards who had escorted him were detained.

In the blink of an eye, the entire palace was thrown into chaos because the emperor had been attacked.