Dragon Roar Palace.

The old emperor sat in the seat of honor, looking at the somewhat disheveled Ji Mohan and Yan Wan, and said with schadenfreude, "Han'er, you should just accept your fate and return the throne to your father. I'll leave you with a whole corpse, hmm?"

Ji Mohan supported Yan Wan and asked softly, "Wan'er, are you scared?" He didn't want Wan'er to get involved in this mess, but she came back to stay by his side without hesitation, so he couldn't let Wan'er lose.

Yan Wan shook her head, looked firmly at Ji Mohan, and said with a smile, "Hanhan, I'm not afraid. I'll be with you no matter what, so you won't be lonely." Before coming here, Yan Wan felt that something was bound to happen, but she didn't expect that the old emperor was still up to his old tricks. The current plot has long since deviated from the original scope, and she can't know where the story will go next. She can only take it one step at a time.

Ji Mohan gently rubbed Yan Wan's head and said, "Don't worry, we won't lose."

Seeing the two people below them still cuddling, the old emperor rolled his eyes in anger and roared, "Kill them!"

The soldiers surrounding Ji Mohan and Yan Wan were about to attack with their weapons drawn when Ji Mohan said in a deep voice, "Father, are you sure you want to fight me? Judging by the time, the 80,000 troops outside the palace have already arrived. Should Father go out to greet them?"

Upon hearing Ji Mohan's words, the old emperor's heart tightened, and he angrily said, "Ji Mohan, how dare you arbitrarily mobilize the troops on the Yunzhou border? Do you know that once the 100,000 troops stationed on the frontier leave, the Meng Kingdom will seize the opportunity to attack the Yin Kingdom? Do you want to become a sinner in this world?" The old emperor really couldn't understand where he could mobilize troops from besides the 100,000 troops stationed on the border. As an emperor, he didn't care at all about the lives of the people in the border town.

That's a madman.

Ji Mo sneered and retorted, "Father, I'm about to die, so what do I care about crimes? I want the entire Yin Kingdom to be buried with me."

"You madman, you madman, you really are a monster." The old emperor was so angry that he picked up a teacup and smashed it at Ji Mohan.

But the teacup didn't hit anyone; instead, it fell to the ground. Yan Wan, who was standing nearby, was also a little anxious. She gently squeezed Ji Mohan's hand and said, "Hanhan, those soldiers..." Oh no, Yan Wan wasn't afraid that the Meng Kingdom would invade the Yin Kingdom. She was human, not a god. In this situation, she could only try her best to protect herself. Perhaps she couldn't even protect herself, so how could she help others?

She was simply afraid that her Hanhan would bear the terrible stigma of being a sinner against the world.

People hate him, despise him, slander him, fear him, yet look up to him. They rely on his protection in every battle, but after victory, they curse him as a monster and a cursed lone star.

It's one thing to be ungrateful, but to slander the heroes who protected them is utterly unreasonable.

Being weak is not their fault, but it is their fault to slander the heroes who protect them.

No one can forgive everyone who has hurt them forever.

Ji Mohan squeezed Yan Wan's hand back and said, his thin lips gently touching Yan Wan's ear, "Don't worry, I'm just scaring him. They're not soldiers from Yunzhou, but my private soldiers raised in Lingnan. I had Li Shang bring them over from Lingnan."

Yan Wan stared at Ji Mohan in shock, her eyes reddening and her nose stinging. How could he be so good? Those who slandered him were blind.