Chapter 329
Duan Gan didn't react, but Chen Jinghe's face was fierce, and he tightened his grip on Duan Gan's neck.
Mo Chuo suddenly couldn't breathe, her face flushed red, and her eyes became bloodshot. Her hands frantically tried to pry open his fingers, struggling instinctively.
My heart was pounding wildly, and I was so oxygen-deprived that my limbs were about to give out.
Just as he was about to suffocate, Duan Gan glanced at Chen Jinghe, who immediately let go of his hand.
Mo Chuo collapsed to the ground in a disheveled state, clutching his purplish-blue neck, gasping for breath with all his might, coughing incessantly.
Only when fresh air entered his burning lungs did he feel alive again.
"Khan, I can give you a chance to live."
Upon hearing this, the Khan looked at him suspiciously, his eyes seeming to suggest that he was up to some kind of scheme.
At this moment, the guards brought the concubines and princes captured from the harem into the main hall.
The women and children screamed in terror as they saw the Khan rushing toward him, only to be grabbed by the arms by the guards behind them.
"Your Majesty! Help!"
"Your Majesty, please save me!"
"I don't want to die, please..."
"Father! You bastards, let me go! If you're a real man, fight me one-on-one!"
Aside from his eldest son, Mochuo, the Khan had four other sons. His favorite was his youngest son, and he was even willing to leave the position of crown prince vacant for the sake of this son who was not yet four years old.
On the surface, he treated Mo Chuo as the crown prince, but in reality, all his adult sons knew that if they truly considered him the crown prince, they would have announced it to the world long ago.
Why keep delaying?
Therefore, they did not have much respect for this older brother.
A hint of irritation appeared between Duan Gan's brows, and his cold voice was full of impatience, "Shut up."
Upon hearing his words, Yelü Jun assumed it meant he was about to attack, and with a swift movement, he stabbed one of the Khan's sons who was kneeling on the ground.
*Thud!* A crisp sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.
The moment it was pulled out, warm blood gushed out like a torrent, streaking through the air in a crimson light.
The man's eyes widened in disbelief. He opened his mouth, and blood gushed out, choking him.
With a thud, he fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.
Those present were stunned for a moment, as quiet as chickens. But after only two seconds, the concubine burst into a terrified scream, her pupils trembling and filled with shattered light.
The Khan stared blankly, his face deathly pale. He suddenly turned his head, his eyes like those of a bloodthirsty wolf, and roared, "Duan Gan!! You Yama, the King of Hell!"
He charged forward recklessly, knife in hand, only to be kicked away by Chen Jinghe in front of him.
Eager to impress Duan Gan, Yelü Jun immediately drew his sword and charged forward, engaging the Khan in fierce combat.
The Khan had been indulging in wine and women for many years, and his body was no longer what it used to be. He was no match for the young and strong Yelü Jun.
In just two rounds, the Khan was pinned to the ground by Yelü Jun, his face pressed against the dirty ground in full view of everyone, which made him extremely humiliated.
"Yelü Jun, release me! You treacherous pigs and dogs!"
"Betraying your allies will eventually come at an irreparable price!"
Yelü Jun didn't take it seriously and sneered at him with a disdainful look.
Duan Gan: "Great Khan, as long as you kill your sons and pledge allegiance to me, you will still be the ruler of the Turkic Khaganate. What do you say?"
As soon as he said that, the Khan immediately stopped cursing and stared at him with wide eyes.
Having killed his sons, who were in their prime and capable of fighting for him, eliminating a major threat, he, an old, weak, and disabled man, was nothing more than a puppet.
In an instant, all the princes looked at their father.
Their father doted on them, even sending others out to scout ahead before going to war. If he truly didn't care about them, he wouldn't have planned for them in every way.
Therefore, they would never believe, even if they were beaten to death, that their father would agree to that bastard Duan Gan's request.
But their father did not speak, nor did he refute.
Compared to the noisy situation just now, it seemed too quiet now, so quiet that it made their hearts pound.
A chilling unease suddenly shot up my spine and into my head, leaving my mind blank.
Mo Chuo rolled his eyes, put on the act of a filial son, and shouted: "Father, your son is willing to give up his life so that you can live!"
"I only pray that my father can get through this calamity safely, and that the people of the Turkic Khaganate can live in peace and prosperity, and that there will be no more bloodshed."
Seeing their brother's reaction, the other princes exchanged glances, hesitant to speak.
The Khan clearly saw their cowardly and fearful appearance. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, raised the sharp blade in his hand, and with lightning speed, stabbed it into his second son's chest.
With a thud, the second prince's pupils dilated in shock as he stared at his father, who had once praised him as a pillar of the state.
The third prince stared in horror at the cruel scene before him. Reacting quickly and unwilling to be a victim, he drew the sword of one of his guards and confronted him directly.
The Khan was furious and roared, "You bastard! How dare you lay a hand on your father?!"
"You beast, I will kill you!"
The third prince looked at him with disdain and said sarcastically, "Father, we're all in the same boat. Let's not talk about each other. We're all just trying to survive."
"You're so old and frail, you're no longer of any use. The country needs strong and capable men like me to support it."
"Die in peace. Your son will hold a grand ceremony for you every year to praise your contributions to the Turkic Khaganate."
As he spoke, he repeatedly plunged the sword into his heart.
The Khan's eyes were glazed over, and blood gushed from his mouth. He eventually bled to death and collapsed on the ground.
A once-powerful figure was ultimately brought down by his own son.
"I won! General Dingyuan, I killed my father, I am the best candidate to inherit the throne..."
Just as the third prince was holding his blood-stained sword high, feeling smug, he was suddenly stabbed in the back.
He stared wide-eyed, filled with resentment, then turned around and saw his elder brother, Mo Chuo, who had just been playing the role of the dutiful son. His face showed disbelief.
Mo Chuo's eyes were sinister, and he sneered as he twisted the knife in his flesh, stabbing it in forcefully, pulling it out, and stabbing it in again.
Until the third prince was dead beyond any hope of survival.
A piercing, terrifying scream echoed through the sky. Everyone's face turned deathly pale, and the concubines held their sons, wailing and lamenting.
No one expected that the eldest prince, Mo Chuo, who was respectful and filial to his father, loyal and devoted to his brothers, and loving and caring towards them, would turn into such a vengeful ghost.
It was yet another brutal battle between enemies for their own interests, more exciting than any actor on stage.
The section chief, sitting in the highest position, watched with great interest.
Although he knew the outcome, what harm was there in seeing it again?
Such is the nature of human relationships; in most people's eyes, only their own existence matters, and no one is willing to give everything for anyone else, not even their life.
This applies to family relationships, as well as friendships and romantic relationships.
Even he only had a foolish courtesan mother.
As for Tao Tao, who is far away in the capital, that selfish and manipulative little girl, I wonder how much genuine sadness she felt upon learning of his death?
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