Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
For the throne, Chu Mingyuan wouldnât hesitate to harm his young brother, kill concubines, or even commit matricide and filicide!
Becoming emperor mattered more to him than anything else!
âHeh.â
Chu Yihanâs lips curled into a scornful smile. âSince youâre so fond of the throne, then by all means, keep sitting there.â
Chu Mingyuan trembled. âWhat⦠what do you mean?â
He didnât plan to kill him?
He was a powerless loner, Chu Mingyuan couldnât fathom why Chu Yihan, now having him at his mercy, didnât exact revenge and instead allowed him to remain on the throne.
âKilling you would be simple, but youâve coveted this throne for so long. Iâll let you sit there until your dying breath!â
Chu Yihan pressed the tip of his sword against Chu Mingyuanâs neck, drawing a shallow wound. It wasnât fatal, but the sensation of blood seeping out was enough to instill fear and dread.
âAs long as Iâm alive, youâll never hold real power. Youâll forever be a puppet emperor! Let me show you just how tempting the throne is, and what it truly means to be an emperor!â
With a swift motion, Chu Yihan pushed him back onto the throne, then effortlessly seized the jade seal from his desk.
Unable to bear the humiliation, Chu Mingyuan pursued him desperately. âChu Yihan! Iâll never allow you to do this. I wonât let you take the jade seal!â
âClangâ¦â
A sharp clang sliced through the air as Chu Yihanâs Qingfeng Sword pierced Chu Mingyuanâs body, causing excruciating pain.
âAhhh!â
Chu Mingyuan roared in agony!
âWhy?â
He had devoted so much effort to plotting Chu Yihanâs demise, enduring countless sleepless nights just to see him dead!
He had thought everything would go according to plan!
The fear and rage that had simmered within him for years finally found release, but it was Chu Yihanâs sword that became the outlet. The moment it struck, he felt as though his entire being was torn asunder, the pain piercing his heart!
âChu! Yihan!â
Chu Yihan was like a thorn in his heart, a needle in his soul, tormenting him incessantly!
Leaving the imperial study with the jade seal in hand, Chu Yihan was greeted by soldiers who knelt in unison, cheering for his victory. It was a celebration of his rightful claim to power.
Holding the jade seal aloft, Chu Yihan declared, âThough Iâve reclaimed the jade seal today, I remain the Ninth Prince of the Great Cheng Dynasty. No need for long live chants, but remember, the Great Cheng Dynasty belongs to me!â âYes, Your Highness! For eternity, you shall reign as the Great Cheng Dynastyâs eternal king!â
Their unified voices thundered like an unstoppable force, echoing loudly and resolutely!
âFollow me to the Marquis of Martial Southâs Manor for a proposal!â
With Chu Yihanâs command, tens of thousands of soldiers marched in perfect formation behind him, a formidable force moving from the imperial palace to the Marquis of Martial Southâs Manor.
The people of the Marquisâs Manor could hear the deafening sound from far away.
The womenfolk huddled together in fear. Su Han escorted them to the backyard and then went to the front hall, beside Su Qingzhi.
It was a rare occasion for the Su family to gather together so orderly. Even Su Xinlan, trembling with fear, brought her children back to hide.
She had heard of the chaos in Jiang Du City, where Chu Yihan was forcing the abdication, and soldiers flooded the streets. Although Changxin Marquisâs Manor had its guards, they couldnât compare to the forces led by Su Qingzhi in the Marquis of Martial Southâs Manor!
Moreover, Su Yingxue, Chu Yihanâs beloved, was also in this manor!