Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

Chapter 309 Xueru succeeds to the throne

The footsteps of the servant were heard at the door, and he stopped not far away: "Mr. Nangong, it's late at night, His Majesty needs to rest, please go back."

Nangong Xianyue patted Moga Xianer's arm and left the living room.

study.

Madam Xueru, the regent, sat at the table reviewing documents when the landline in the upper right corner rang.

"Hey?"

——"It's me," the woman's voice on the phone was full of majesty and oppression, "Nangong Xianyue went to Xizhou?"

"Yes, ma'am." Madam Xueru said respectfully.

——"Very good. How many people did he bring?"

"One, besides himself. What's the matter, ma'am?"

——"This is a great opportunity. Get rid of him and eliminate future troubles. Who knows when he will avenge the woman who died at the foot of the cliff."

Madam Xueru frowned, as if considering it.

——"Also," she suddenly lowered her voice, "Why hasn't the news of Mogaxian'er's death been announced yet?"

"Madam, he is still hanging on to his last breath. The court doctor tells me every day that he will not live long, but he..."

——"Could it be that he didn't drink it at all?"

Xueru quickly denied it: "Impossible, his voice is almost as bad as a mute, and he often spews blood. This is a sign of the poison."

"He must die within a week at most." The woman gritted her teeth. "And Nangong Xianyue, we must not let him leave Xizhou alive. I can't wait any longer."

"……Yes."

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The next day, the maid brought the medicine into Mogaxianer's living room as usual. Mogaxianer coughed several times and said in a hoarse voice: "Leave it there. I will drink it later when I have the strength."

The maid placed the medicine on the bedside table with a grim expression: "Your Majesty, the Queen Mother instructed that the medicine should be taken hot to be effective. Let me watch you drink it before I leave."

Mogaxianer gasped for breath and reached for the medicine bowl on the bedside table. He tremblingly poured most of the medicine onto the soaked bed sheet, then drank it all in one gulp. He then ran out of strength and fell headfirst onto the bed.

The maid picked up the bowl with an expressionless face and strode out.

After the sound died down, about ten minutes later, Mogaxianer tremblingly lifted the quilt and stood up, falling down in the process.

He walked into the bathroom and spat out all the fishy and bitter liquid in his mouth into the sink, then spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

Her golden hair had lost its luster, and her nightgown was stained with blood and medicine, leaving her with no trace of her former dignity.

He almost forgot what he was like a year ago.

The mirror was inlaid with countless gems on all four sides, but it reflected a king who was worse than a beggar.

……

As usual, Nangong Xianyue would call Qiao Yisha whenever she was free to reassure her, care about her, and comfort her, while also reporting the situation in Xizhou to her.

three days later.

Mogaxianer fell into a deep coma, his breathing was weak, and he looked no different from a dead person.

When Xueru heard the news, she almost fainted. Then she rushed into the living room, lay on Mogaxianer and cried. Then she stood up and wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes with an expensive handkerchief.

Then he straightened his back, pretended to be forced to cheer up, and ordered the maid: "Spread the news, notify all important officials, and convene the National Assembly."

For a moment, the Xizhou Palace was in chaos.

In the meeting hall, dozens of important officials were already waiting inside, but the throne at the top remained empty.

Everyone's eyes were filled with worry, and they were muttering things like "Will Nanzhou take advantage of the chaos to attack us?" and "What if Xizhou falls into Nanzhou's hands?"

No one cared about the dying young king.

Amid the noise, the clatter of women's high heels could be heard, echoing throughout the meeting room. Everyone quieted down and looked towards the door.

The person who came was none other than their regent, Madam Xueru. She was dressed in a gorgeous black dress and a black ornament on her head. It was elaborate and gorgeous yet heavy, as if she had begun to mourn her dying child.

She raised her head high and walked straight to the highest point.

Everyone stood up and saluted her: "Mrs. Xueru."

Xueru stood beside the throne, "Everyone, I'm sure you've heard the news that the king won't survive the day."

She glanced at everyone, "I believe everyone here is heartbroken, including me. He is my most beloved and only son, but for Xizhou, we must remain rational and plan for the future."

"Yes." The parliamentarians nodded.

"Once word of the internal chaos gets out, other continents will surely take advantage and invade. Therefore, the country cannot be without a ruler for even a day," Madam Xueru continued. "However, the king has no children or relatives, and those other princes and princesses have long since died, so..."

She took a deep breath and looked down upon everyone with an arrogant expression: "There is only one candidate for the throne."

"Who?" the councillors asked.

"I." Xueru said a word, waved her clothes, sat down on the throne, and placed her hands on the golden handles.

With his chin raised high, he seemed to be asking: Who has any objections?

The parliamentarians stared with wide eyes and began to whisper to each other.

Xueru, sitting on the throne, just watched, turning the pigeon blood red diamond ring on her index finger.

After a long moment, she tapped the table lightly. "How was the discussion?"

The councillors looked at each other and shook their heads. "Looking at it now, you are the most suitable candidate."

Xueru curled her lips in a determined manner. As expected, when Moga Xianer came to power, she had made the right choice by executing all those who might have inherited the throne.

"Since you all have no objections, then I declare that I will be the new king of Xizhou. Elders, please choose a day and formally bestow upon me the crown and scepter in the presence of God."

"Yes." The elder bowed his head respectfully. "We will pick a date as soon as the meeting is over."

Xueru smiled with satisfaction. "I'm going to tell you the first thing I did after taking the throne. I wonder if anyone still remembers the rule that if a new king takes the throne and has been on the throne for less than ten years, the old king will be executed."

"Yes, Your Majesty," one of the councilors replied, "but the previous king is dying."

"I'm not talking about him, but the one before him, Nangong Xianyue, the undercover agent from Dongzhou."

"Didn't he die accidentally in an explosion?" asked another MP.

"No, I thought so at first," Xueru said, "but he came to Xizhou last night."

"What?" The council members were surprised. "He's still alive and dares to come to the Xizhou Palace."

Xueru held her forehead and sighed, "He is a good friend of my child. He wanted to come and see my child for the last time. I couldn't bear to turn him away."

"Your Majesty, please do not act on your emotions. Please imprison him immediately and execute him at a later date."

The councillors echoed, “Yes.”

Xueru frowned, "In that case, pass on my order to arrest Nangong Xianyue and his lackeys and put them in jail."

"Yes." A uniformed guard immediately turned and walked out.