The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"I know you still hate me, but I know that you are not a human being, but I am still willing to pass the throne to you. Do you still want to continue to hate me? I am already dying..." The emperor's face wrinkled. Get up and beg hard.

"I have never hated you." Yi Zehao scolded lightly, his words without any waves.

The emperor was stunned for a moment, and an incredible light flashed across his face.

The moment the light fell, a hint of sarcasm flashed across those two cloudy eyes.

"How is it possible that you don't hate me? If you didn't hate me, you wouldn't know that I didn't agree, but you still wanted to plot against Concubine Ling and the prince. You even forced my concubine to death." After the emperor said this, his face became angry. It's about to become ferocious and twisted.

"Forcing her to death?" Yi Zehao chuckled as if he heard something particularly funny, "I didn't force her, I just killed her directly. Otherwise, do you think that Concubine Ling is so greedy for wealth? How could he be willing to swallow poison like Hedinghong and die in pain?"

"You..." The emperor's eyes widened with anger, like two copper bells about to burst out.

With Yi Zehao's confidence and no concealment, he had already found out that the reason why his concubine and the prince were able to hook up was entirely because of Yi Zehao's deliberate betrayal.

But he originally thought that Ling'er's death was because she was pregnant with a child, and she and the prince worked together to plot against him. He felt that he would never let her go, so he took Hedinghong at the first opportunity.

But he didn't expect that the poison was made by his son who had been dead for more than ten years.

Sure enough, after turning into a fierce ghost, he had no humanity at all.

I feel bad for having tolerated him for so many years, and I want to make up for it.

"Why are you so angry?" Yi Zehao hooked his fingers, and a huge huanghuali wood chair floated silently behind him.

He sat down and looked at the dying emperor with a sneer, "If I hadn't held in my hands the former emperor's will to make your brother the emperor, would you have let me make trouble in the capital? Everyone thought so. Others persecuted the sixth prince's mother and concubine to death, and also persecuted the sixth prince, but in fact it was just because you wanted to get back the late emperor's will."

"You thought I was the Sixth Prince at first, right? Otherwise, why would you have poisoned me again and again? Even in the end, when there were only two of us, you still gave me the poison that sealed my throat with blood. Are you sure? You couldn't kill me, so you hired a Taoist priest to confirm my identity. Since you found out that I was a ghost, how many great Taoists have you sent to try to take me in? Do you really think I don't know?"

"Even the current throne..." Yi Zehao paused for a moment, then hooked his hand and flew out a box from the dragon bed, "You passed the throne to me, firstly, to protect those incompetent people of yours. The second reason is that I am a ghost, and I will definitely be cruel and cruel after ascending to the throne of God. Those hermit masters figure out that I am a ghost, and they will try their best to destroy me. If everything is so good, why bother Pretending to be sanctimonious.”

"Since you already know everything, so what, are you willing to give up this throne for my good niece?" The emperor was so angry that his face flushed, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

"Why should I give up? I want Yanyan to be the most expensive woman in the world." Yi Zehao raised his eyebrows in disbelief.