Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âYouâ¦â Chu Mingyuan disregarded the wound on his neck as he sat up on the dragon throne and bellowed, âYou know everything! Chu Yihan, so you already knew everything! Yet, you pretended not to know for so many years⦠Youâre playing with me!â
âYes!â
Chu Yihan answered him decisively, his voice cold and deep, âFor so many years, youâve been unable to sleep day and night. Every day, youâre worried that Iâll rebel and kill you. How does it feel? Do you feel good?â
âChu Yihan!â
Chu Mingyuan roared in a low voice. The truth was slowly revealed by Chu Yihan.
He would never admit that Chu Yihan was telling the truth!
He hadnât enjoyed a peaceful nightâs sleep since he ascended to the dragon throne many years ago!
âYou still donât dare to admit it?â Chu Yihan pressed on and even told him, âYour son, Chu Chengye, is dying. You canât kill me, and neither can he. Iâve gathered enough troops around Yanyun City to flatten the palace and kill all your people in the court. Iâll erase you from the history of the Great Cheng Dynasty and burn everything youâve done!â
âChu Yihan, how dare you! How dare you! I am the emperor of the Great Cheng Dynasty!â
âWhy not? I conquered all the nations, earned the reverence of the three kingdoms, and gained the submission of the nine provinces. If it werenât for me allowing you to ascend the throne back then, how could you be seated on this dragon throne and become the emperor?â
Chu Yihan grabbed his neck and suppressed him from above. âEverything you have today is what I gave you! I wonât let you, you donât deserve anything!â
âPresumptuous! I am your royal brother, I am the emperorâ¦â
Chu Mingyuan was still struggling. He would never admit that Chu Yihan was telling the truth!
âImperial Brother? Killed my motherâs imperial brother? The emperor⦠Take a look around. Who else in the imperial palace would still regard you as the emperor?â
Chu Yihanâs eyes were filled with mockery. He looked at Chu Mingyuan as if he was watching a clown.
Chu Mingyuanâs face flushed red. Chu Yihanâs forceful abdication and his mockery were like knives stabbing into his heart!
âChu Yihan!â
He stood up forcefully and shouted at him, âWhat right do you have? What right do you have to treat me like this?â
âWeâre both Fatherâs sons. Iâm older than you and not inferior to you. My motherâs family background is not inferior to yours! But why does Father favor you the most? When you were young, you and your brother were Fatherâs favorite son. The other princes were not even half as good as you. Later on, you repeatedly made military achievements and made Father look at you in a new light. However, you were only in your teens at that time. Iâve been the Crown Prince for more than ten years!â
âAs long as Father passed away! I am the rightful emperor! But why can Father cripple me and pass the throne to you just because of you?!â
This was unfair!
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âSo⦠You harmed my brother, killed my mother, and even forced my father to die just to sit on this dragon throne?â
The door of the imperial study was tightly shut. Chu Yihan stood against the light, half of his face buried in the shadows. His expression was dark and deep, and it was hard to fathom.
Chu Mingyuan stood up straight and roared, âYes!â
He pointed at the majestic golden throne behind him and revealed a greedy expression. âThis is the dragon throne, the symbol of the Emperor! Itâs the position of the ruler of the world! The throne! Thereâs only one in this world, wielding the power of life and death, enjoying supreme glory! Noble for generations to come! This is the supreme power and status! How can I hand it over to others? This should belong to me! How can I give it to you?â