Chapter 313 I Don't Believe a Single Word

"This was all caused by the blood curse!"

"And the one who cast the blood curse was me. Back then, Shen Lang said that as long as I cast a blood curse on you, he would..."

"Whoosh!"

An arrow suddenly shot out from the front at high speed, heading straight for Prince Chen's face.

This also interrupted what Prince Chen hadn't finished saying.

Prince Chen reacted extremely quickly, pulling Shen Xu to the side and barely managing to snatch the arrow.

The arrow grazed the Prince of Chen's ear, leaving a bloody mark.

Prince Chen flew into a rage, suddenly lifting Shen Xu up with one hand and pressing the tip of his knife down forcefully.

The blood from Shen Xu's neck instantly stained the tip of the knife.

Prince Chen, holding Shen Xu in his arms, practically hid behind Shen Xu and sneered, "Shen Cong, you saw it all, didn't you?"

He was afraid I would expose the truth, and he didn't even care about the life of his own son.

How could he possibly truly love you, his younger brother? It's all just a way for him to deceive you!

Every word spoken by Prince Chen was like a red-hot iron, burning deeply into Shen Cong's heart!

The symptoms described by Prince Chen were exactly as described!

A chilling sensation instantly shot up from the soles of my feet and straight to the top of my head!

He stood frozen in place, as if the blood in his body had frozen.

After a long while, the emperor's urgent voice rang in my ears.

"Ah Cong, don't listen to his nonsense. Shen Ju is just trying to sow discord between us brothers."

"A-Cong, can you hear me?"

"You don't believe him, do you?"

He struggled to turn his eyes to look at the bright yellow figure standing beside him, and a flood of memories rushed into his mind.

When he was very young, his elder brother would carry him on his back and play with him in his mother's palace, and he would also hold him in his arms and coax him to eat snacks.

When he gets a little older, he will need to start his formal education.

The first time I held a pen, it was my elder brother who taught me, and the first character I could write was also taught to me by my elder brother.

He still clearly remembers that it was the character for "person"!

The first time he rode a horse, his elder brother held him in his arms and rode with him at full gallop.

And how could someone use a blood curse to harm him when he was sick countless times later?

More importantly, there was no need for his elder brother to use a blood curse to harm him!

He doesn't believe it!

Shen Cong opened his mouth, and a metallic sweetness, which he could no longer suppress, surged up into his throat.

"puff--!"

His body shuddered violently, and a mouthful of sticky blood gushed out, scattering in tiny specks on the cold bluestone slab in front of him, a shocking sight.

A violent cough followed, and he hunched over, barely able to maintain his kneeling position. He could only support his swaying body by holding onto the wall with one hand.

Every cough is excruciating, as if it's tearing out my internal organs.

"A-Cong!"

The emperor exclaimed in surprise, his voice filled with anxiety and concern, and subconsciously took a small step forward.

A warm hand gently patted his back.

"Are you alright, Acong?"

Shen Cong gently shook his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

"I'm fine, Your Majesty, don't worry."

The emperor bent down and helped him up, his expression worried.

"Are you really alright? You...?"

Shen Cong said softly, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I don't believe a single word Shen Ju says."

The emperor exhaled and gently patted his shoulder.

"I knew you wouldn't be unable to distinguish right from wrong, so don't listen to his provocations."

Shen Cong's long eyelashes trembled, and he softly hummed in agreement.

The Prince of Chen let out a burst of maniacal laughter.

"Chen Cong, you are truly the biggest idiot in the world! All my hard work has been wasted, and you didn't even believe the truth I told you."

You'll just have to wait to bleed to death!

Prince Chen smiled and took a step back, leaning completely against Qiang Gen.

He pressed the knife down further, his expression growing increasingly frenzied.

"Chen Lang, I'm only giving you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to write the decree of ascension to the throne immediately, or you can just wait to collect your son's corpse!"

The emperor's face turned ashen.

"Shen Ju, you are ruthless. If the throne of Great Chu is handed over to you, how will I face my ancestors?"

"Bah! If our ancestors knew how hypocritical you are, they would wish they could come back to life and personally pull you off the dragon throne."

"you!"

"Remember, you only have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hurried voice suddenly came from the alley entrance.

"Whoa—!"

With a sharp and urgent neighing of the horse, a carriage came to a stop at the entrance of the alley.

Erfeng nimbly jumped off the carriage shaft, then turned around, reached into the carriage, and pulled hard!

A woman dressed in coarse cloth and with her hair disheveled was dragged out by her, her face pale and her eyes unfocused. Then she pulled out a young man who was equally frightened.

The woman and the man were both tied up and pushed off the carriage.

Erfeng shouted, "Chen Ju, look who this is?!"

Prince Chen's eyes widened in surprise.

"Three years, Yao'er, you haven't left?"

Bai San Niang shook her head, her face pale.

Li Yao looked dejected.

"My mother and I had just anchored when the Imperial Guards caught up with us. They were prepared."

Prince Chen frowned deeply.

The emperor sneered.

"If you release my son, I will release your son. How about it? I heard that Li Yao is now your only son."

Prince Chen's hand holding the knife trembled, as if he could no longer hold it.

Bai San Niang looked at him pitifully.

Li Yao turned pale and stammered as he made the request to Prince Chen.

"Father...Father, please save me and Mother."

Prince Chen gritted his teeth, but quickly calmed down.

"Ridiculous, you think I care? I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Cong swiftly and accurately brought down his knife.

Before everyone could react, a scream rang out, and a sharp dagger was already embedded in Li Yao's leg.

Li Yao was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back instantly, and he almost fainted.

"Father, please, save me!"

A hint of urgency flashed in Prince Chen's eyes, and his hand holding the knife trembled, as if he were losing strength.

Just then, Shen Cong let out a soft growl.

"Let's do it!"

At that very instant, the Imperial Guards behind him launched their attack almost simultaneously, darting forward like arrows released from a bow!

The target is not Prince Chen, but Shen Xu.

The guard's figure flashed past like a ghost, grabbing the bewildered prince and pulling him behind him! Almost simultaneously, the Imperial Guard's iron boots slammed into the back of his knee!

"Crack!" The sickening sound of bone breaking was clearly audible!

"Ugh—!" King Chen let out a shrill scream, lost his balance, and fell heavily to his knees!

The excruciating pain from the cold bluestone slab hitting his fractured kneecap made his vision go black.

Immediately afterwards, another Imperial Guard's iron fist, carrying immense force, slammed into his jaw!

"Bang!" A dull thud.

The Prince of Chen's head snapped back, and blood mixed with several broken teeth spurted out.

He saw stars before his eyes, and in his last moments of consciousness, he saw only the faces of his wife and children, contorted with extreme terror, and Li Nanke's cold, fearless eyes...