Wei Wuji was still immersed in Wei Xiuying's words.

He recalled over and over again everything he had done in the past three years, how many people he had killed, and how much blood he had shed to reach his current position.

So, I am just a tool used by my father to play games with my uncle?

How ridiculous.

His so-called power was just a tool used by Wei Xiuying to tame him.

He gradually turned into a servile dog, bending to power and losing his upright backbone.

Wei Wuji's chest was heaving, his emotions were fluctuating. For a moment, he had an urge to destroy the world and tear everything apart.

Suddenly, a big hand fell on his shoulder.

Wei Wuji suddenly raised his eyes and met a pair of deep eyes.

Wei Xiuchu looked at him gently and called his name. "Wuji."

This call was like lightning striking through the clouds, illuminating everything around as bright as day.

Wei Wuji's sinking heart gradually came back to normal.

He smiled bitterly, "If a drop of ink falls into water, can the water still become clear? Uncle, there is no going back."

As he spoke, he took off the jade crown on his head that symbolized his status as a crown prince, and said in a hoarse voice, "Over the years, even though I have overthrown my father, I still haven't become emperor. Perhaps it's because of guilt. Tomorrow, I will imitate his tone and write an edict to return the throne to you."

If Wei Wuji had any intention of fighting with Wei Xiuchu before, he no longer had that intention at all.

First of all, he couldn't defeat Wei Xiuchu.

As soon as Wei Xiuchu raised his arm and called out, all of Wei Zhao's soldiers would immediately defect.

Secondly, he didn't want Wei Xiuying to succeed.

Wei Xiuying wanted to see the uncle and nephew fight to the death, but he refused.

He hated Wei Xiuying so much, but he wanted to be humble and courteous to Wei Xiuchu and live in love with each other.

Wei Xiuchu shook his head slowly, "Wuji. I have never thought about becoming an emperor. In terms of temperament, you are more suitable to be an emperor than me. There is always one good thing about Wei Xiuyi's teachings to you. An emperor must be ruthless."

Wei Wuji frowned, "Uncle, I am not trying to get you to do anything. I really want to give the throne to you. I have also figured out a lot of things just now."

"I know your temper." Wei Xiuchu sighed and said solemnly: "I said from the beginning that I just want to take back what belongs to me. Wuji, I want the former fief of King Yong and the control of the nine states of Jiangling."

Wei Wuji nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

The Nine Provinces of Jiangling were fiefs allocated to Wei Xiuchu when the previous emperor was still in power.

The nine cities are all located on the banks of Jiangling River, the mother river of Wei Zhao, hence the name Jiangling Jiuzhou.

The waterways are convenient and the territory is vast, almost half the size of Wei Zhao's.

The previous emperor had many descendants, but he only gave Wei Xiuchu the title of King, and even allocated rich and vast fiefdoms to him, and promised that they would never be taken back. This had never happened in Wei Zhao's history.

It is conceivable how much the late emperor loved him.

The late emperor had long seen that Wei Xiuchu's character was too upright and was afraid that he would be harmed by thieves, so he prepared a safe place for him in advance.

No matter what happens in the future, Jiangling Jiuzhou will be his trump card.

But even so, Wei Xiuchu's face was disfigured and his legs were disabled.

As for his fiefdom, Wei Xiuying forcibly took it back on the grounds that he could not bear to see him work so hard.

The late emperor had taken into account everything, except the human heart.

Wei Wuji smiled sarcastically: "Uncle, you are really strange. When I heard that you only wanted half of Wei Zhao's kingdom, I was secretly delighted. I can never let go of the imperial power. I am extremely hypocritical, just like my father."

Wei Xiuchu shook his head and said solemnly: "No, you are different from him. I have also fallen from a high place, and I can understand your feelings. I want Jiangling Jiuzhou just for one person."

Having said this, Wei Xiuchu's stern expression suddenly became extremely gentle, his eyes looked far away, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Wuji, I found my daughter. I owe her a lot and I don't know how to make it up to her. So, I will give her the Jiangling Jiuzhou as a support. I will make her the richest girl in the world and no one will dare to bully her."

Wei Wuji's eyes widened, and his mood, which had been gloomy all day, finally brightened up a little. He smiled sincerely, "Really, uncle? Then I have another sister? I will give her a title and make her a princess. She is your only heir."

Wei Wuji was truly happy.

The thing that bothered him most in his youth was that Wei had no one to succeed Chu.

Therefore, he always regarded himself as the son of Wei Xiuchu, thinking that he must be extra nice to his uncle and provide him with care in his old age.

If it weren't for these three years, they would have been the closest uncle and nephew in the world.

Speaking of Xie Ling, Wei Xiuchu couldn't help but smile, just like all parents who couldn't help showing off their children, and said slowly:

"Her name is Xie Ling, and she has also been to Wei Zhao. A Ling is not only an excellent doctor, but also has a very kind personality. She cured my legs, face, and the poison in my body. She is truly the best gift God has given me."

Wei Wuji paused, "What? Xie Ling! Is it the Xie Ling from Beijiang, the wife of Gu Wei, the King of Zhenbei?"

Wei Xiuchu nodded, "Yes, it's A Ling. Why, do you know each other?"

Wei Wuji suddenly felt a sense of destiny.

It turned out to be her!

So, when he was in Beijiang that year, he felt like he had known her for a long time at first sight. He couldn't help but regard herself as an elder brother and even asked her to treat his leg.

Wei Wuji's heart was filled with a warm feeling of intimacy as he recounted the past events.

Wei Xiuchu liked to listen to Xie Ling's stories, and he pricked up his ears very seriously.

Hearing her wisdom, generosity, and decisiveness during her exile, Wei Xiuchu couldn't help but frown, and said in a gentle voice: "A Ling has always been the best girl."

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