"you!"

That medicine...there's something wrong!

Every time the emperor took medicine, he would have it checked by people from the Imperial Hospital and would only take it after repeated assurances of its safety. Unexpectedly, Prince Li still took advantage of the loophole.

He underestimated his son!

He looks gentle, harmless and elegant, but in fact, when it comes to fighting, he is the most vicious one who kills without leaving any blood!

The emperor's face was filled with anger, he rushed forward and raised his hand:

"You rebellious son!"

Bang!

Crisp.

Loud.

The slap caused Zong Zhengli's head to tilt to one side, the corner of his mouth was broken and bleeding, and five clear finger marks soon appeared on his face, deep and red.

Wu Nu frowned: "Your Highness..."

He raised his hand to silence her.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thin lips, and wiped away the blood with his fingertips, "Heh."

His chest twitched and he laughed inexplicably:

"hehe."

Rebellious son?

The reason he has come to this point today is that he was forced, right?

If the emperor had always been fair and just since childhood, why would he take such an extreme approach?

"Go ahead, go ahead." He smiled casually, "When I capture King Chen, I want you to kill him with your own hands. By then, I'll see if I'm more ruthless or if you're more vicious."

"you!"

The emperor's pupils shrank sharply.

"What are you going to do!"

The meaning of Wu Nu holding the silver drum in his hand is very clear.

She planted a poisonous insect in the emperor's brain, and as long as the emperor heard the sound of the silver drum in her hand, the insect would be under her control.

Zong Zhengli straightened his wrinkled sleeves, spread his hands lazily, and hummed:

"The emperor killed his most beloved child with his own hands, which shocked the court. He then asked the Imperial Hospital to issue a certificate stating that the emperor was insane. How could a madman be capable of running the country? At that time, the throne will be taken over by me."

The emperor's breathing became slightly choked, and he opened his eyes wide, staring at his son in front of him in disbelief.

Although he has a gentle and harmless face, the words he speaks are like a knife, cutting flesh, every cut draws blood, every cut is fatal, and every cut makes people extremely terrified and chilled.

"How could you do such a thing...how could you..."

He rushed forward angrily.

"Zong Zhengli! How can you be such a beast! You..."

"brute?!"

Zong Zhengli grabbed his wrist and twisted it back fiercely, forcing the emperor to step back several steps and hit the table.

His eyes were filled with coldness:

"I'm a beast? Then what are you? You're an old beast."

"Since we are a family, why do we have to be so formal and separate ourselves?"

With a sneer, he threw the emperor on the table and gave an order:

"Write down the decree of succession immediately, and I will spare Prince Chen's life."

"Impossible!" The emperor stood up with his hands on the table. "Zong Zhengli, look at your ugly appearance when you do whatever it takes. You are not even one tenth as good as Prince Chen. You are not qualified to be the emperor! Even if you got it by trickery, it is not legitimate and reasonable!"

Angry voice:

"The Dongling Kingdom is so huge, with hundreds of thousands of eyes watching you. You can't stop them from talking. You won't be a good person in the history books in the future!"

Because of anger, his eyes turned red and saliva splashed out.

Zong Zhengli sneered, "Legal and justifiable? Since ancient times, which king has been clean and innocent? Even your father has done many shady things."

"This world is inherently unfair. What fairness do I want? What light do I want?"

From ancient times to the present, the victors are kings and the losers are bandits.

As long as he wins, he can tamper with the history books. The power is in his hands, and he can write the history books however he wants!

He raised his hand, drew out his soft sword, and put it against the emperor's neck, with a look of sternness between his brows:

"Write the edict of succession!"