He had endured for so many years, waiting for this moment for far too long.

With a massive army pressing in, he wanted to make the emperor pay the price for his past actions.

Inside the Hall of State Affairs, the old emperor sat lifelessly on the dragon throne, looking at the army standing ready below, and then at the officials who had mostly submitted to Shao Linyuan, feeling a profound sense of pressure.

His lips were pale, and his hand holding the calligraphy brush was trembling.

He wrote only three characters of the abdication edict before he couldn't continue. He threw down his brush and shouted, "You, surnamed Shao! How dare you!"

"You are just a foreign official. Even if you want the throne, you must support a puppet ruler. Who gave you the audacity to force me to abdicate!"

"Foreign official?" Shao Linyuan was amused by this title. His aura was sharp, and he stared at the old man in the high position with sarcasm.

Normally, no one except the emperor is qualified to cross the steps in front of the dragon throne.

But now, Shao Linyuan, with a slight sway of his robes, directly took a short sword and strode towards the emperor's side.

Hands down, swish—

It suddenly cut the old emperor's hand, and a drop of blood fell onto the kinship assessment plate of the Changning Department, making a crisp "drip" sound.

Afterwards, Shao Linyuan dripped a drop of his own blood onto it, displaying the fused blood to all the officials.

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, he simply lowered his hand and, with a "crash," smashed the wooden plaque used for judging kinship directly onto the old emperor's head, causing him to bleed profusely.

At this moment, the man remained calm, his pale golden heterochromatic eyes flickering slightly, revealing a unique majesty: "Back then, when you were trapped in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, it was my mother who risked her life to save you. You lied to her and left with you, and she became pregnant, but what you really wanted was her demon core to prolong her life!"

"Later, when I was seven, my eyes turned golden. You were afraid that my half-demon identity would be discovered, proving that you were having an affair with a demon and ruining your good reputation!"

"They ordered Eunuch Xu to take me out, cut me open, but they couldn't find the demon core. Then you concluded that half-demons couldn't form a core and returned disappointed. The scar on my abdomen will never heal."

"Everything you've done today is your own fault!"

As he spoke, he kicked the emperor to the ground, and the dragon throne beneath him, a symbol of infinite majesty, was also overturned.

The old emperor fell to the ground, his former majesty shattered, and was trampled underfoot by Shao Linyuan: "I'll give you a quarter of an hour to write the edict of succession."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you and write it myself, with your blood on my hands."

The man stood there, stepping on his back, looking down at him with his golden heterochromatic eyes filled with murderous intent, which sent chills down his spine.

The old emperor could never have imagined that the child he had once abandoned had grown to the point where he could take his life at will.

A surge of fear welled up inside me, and I suddenly regretted my decision back then.

Shao Linyuan was, after all, his own flesh and blood, and Shao's mother had once truly loved him, yet he betrayed both of them and chose the empress who had cuckolded him.

"Yuan'er, it's been so many years. How have you grown so much? Your father misses you."

The old emperor turned his head, as if he had suddenly transformed into a loving father, and looked at Shao Linyuan with teary eyes.

“We are all family, how could you go to such lengths? Come back, this throne will still be yours after Father passes away, Yuan’er, you…”

Just as he was about to say something disgusting, Shao Linyuan raised his sword and cut off his tongue.

The man's attitude was firm, leaving him no room for negotiation. He lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Write it, or don't write it?"

He stood there solemnly, like a calm and ruthless demon. No one could imagine that such a person could show such tenderness in front of Si Jin.

The old emperor covered his mouth, tears streaming down his face.

Shao Linyuan's foot was still on him, almost crushing his back, leaving him no room to maneuver.

He could only write the imperial edict with tears in his eyes and send it out tremblingly.

The imperial edict was taken away by Yu Liang shortly afterward. The old emperor slowly turned his head, trying to find some pity for his elderly father in Shao Linyuan's eyes.

But those heterochromatic eyes had lost all color; even hatred had turned into indifference.

Like a high and mighty judge, he took the long sword handed to him by the guard and pierced the old emperor's neck.

With blood mixed in his eyes, he calmly turned around and said, "The Emperor has passed away, and the whole country mourns."