Yue Mingxuan's words caused everyone in the Imperial Study to gape in shock.
They had seen people trying every possible way to survive, but this was the first time they had ever seen someone asking to die of his own accord.
The Emperor was also intrigued by Yue Mingxuan's behavior and said, "Hmm, if you are truly determined to seek death, it's not that I cannot grant it. However, I am rather curious, how do you wish to die?"
Yue Mingxuan lowered his head and replied with a hint of cunning, "Of old age."
He wasn't lying, dying of old age was still dying, after all.
Hearing Yue Mingxuan say this, the Emperor was stunned for a moment before bursting into hearty laughter.
"Old age, old age… Yue Mingxuan, how is it that your head is filled with so many strange and peculiar ideas?"
His words and actions were nothing like those of a prince born into nobility; instead, he seemed more like a small commoner who are raised among the streets.
