Ji Mosheng looked at his elder brother, who was neither human nor ghost, with complicated emotions. The old emperor was also watching his eldest son, who was extremely depressed. The war god who used to be indifferent to people and things had changed and become a completely infatuated lover.
Jing Xi stood respectfully to the side, watching Ji Mohan gaze at Yan Wan with deep affection, saying nothing, just staring blankly at Yan Wan. She was conflicted, wondering whether she should tell Ji Mohan what Yan Wan had told her. If she didn't, he would be just like Wan'er thought, completely trapped and unable to escape.
But if he were told that Wan'er was using him, he would hate her. Wan'er had protected him until her death. Jing Xi didn't want to see Ji Mo Han hate Wan'er. He shouldn't hate his savior.
Looking at the dejected Ji Mohan, the old emperor sneered, "A prince of such high status, to be so dejected over a woman, is truly absurd. Rather than love, your duty is to shoulder the mission of Yin Kingdom and protect its people."
Upon hearing his father's callous words, the Crown Prince wanted to step forward to defend his elder brother, but Ji Mohan preemptively said, "Mission? Duty? You are the emperor, yet you let others shoulder the mission of protecting the country. I have guarded Yin for nearly ten years. Did Father ever talk about mission and duty back then?" Ji Mohan said sarcastically. He had lost everything, even Yan Wan was gone. He didn't care about anything anymore.
"Nonsense! You are a prince, a war god. Protecting the Yin Kingdom and its people is your duty," the old emperor said angrily to Ji Mohan, who still dared to defy him.
"Hahahaha, the world sees me as an omen of misfortune, calling me a plague god. Has Father ever uttered a word in my defense? In the end, I am nothing more than a knife in Father's hand, used when useful and discarded like worn-out shoes when not." Ji Mohan slowly released Yan Wan's hand, turned to look into the old emperor's eyes, and spoke each word clearly. Suddenly, a crazy idea struck him. Ji Mohan curled his lips into a malicious smile. He had nothing left, so why were they living in luxury and carefree lives? This was unfair. If that was the case, then let's all die together.
"You unfilial son, how dare you defy your superiors!" The old emperor's chest heaved with rage. He had never imagined that Ji Mohan would shatter the facade of peace. He had gone mad, he had truly gone mad.
Ji Mohan chuckled lightly, "Heh, what kind of insubordination is this? This is what insubordination is all about, don't you think, Father?" He drew his sword from the side and stabbed at the old emperor, placing the knife against the old emperor's neck, where blood was already beginning to trickle.
The old emperor was so frightened that he sat down in his chair. Ji Mosheng also stepped forward to try to stop his elder brother, but Ji Mohan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and did not deviate even slightly.
"Brother, you've gone mad! This is treason!" Ji Mosheng roared at Ji Mohan. What had happened to his brother?
Seeing that things were not going well, Jing Xi pulled Jiang Bai back a little. Royal secrets, it was better for the two outsiders to stay away. What if the royal family was so ruthless that they would target the two outsiders instead?
"You rebellious son, are you plotting a rebellion?" The old emperor felt a slight pain in his neck and said in disbelief.
"So what if it's treason?" Ji Mo said coldly.
“Brother, you…” Ji Mosheng wanted to defend Ji Mohan, but Ji Mohan seemed determined.
Ji Mohan slowly lowered his sword. Everyone thought he had come to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief. When the old emperor saw that he was no longer in danger and was about to reprimand Ji Mohan, Ji Mohan suddenly burst into laughter, his expression becoming increasingly manic.
Ji Mohan suddenly ordered outside, "Guards, escort His Majesty to his final resting place." A jumble of footsteps sounded outside, but if you listened carefully, you could tell that there was order within the chaos, and that there were quite a few people outside.
The tent curtain was lifted, and Song Jue led a group of men in. After taking control of everyone present, he respectfully addressed Ji Mohan, saying, "Your Highness, we have brought all the people outside under our control."
Ji Mohan nodded in satisfaction. He slowly approached the old emperor and said calmly, "Father, look, now it's just your death. Why don't you grant your son's request?"
The old emperor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he roared in defiance, "You, you can forget about it!"
"Heh, Song Jue, spread the word that Father Emperor was shot and killed by the enemy during the battle with the Mongol Kingdom, and has passed away." Ji Mohan said indifferently. He didn't care what the world or the court officials thought. Anyway, everyone was going to die in the end, and there was no point in talking to a dead man.
"Brother!"
"You unfilial son, how dare you!" The old emperor's eyes were bloodshot. He never expected that he, who thought he had everything under control, would end up having his eyes pecked out by an eagle.
"Then Father Emperor will just have to wait and see. Oh, I forgot, Father Emperor has already passed away." Ji Mohan said with a sinister and cold expression.
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