The Third Prince wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly to Hua Yanyue with blood in his mouth, "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You win today, I admit it, but my life is in my own hands."
As he said this, before anyone could react, he took the dagger and slit his own neck. Blood spurted out and splashed all over the ground.
When he fell, his eyes were full of unwillingness.
He was just one step away from reaching this position, but he lost anyway.
He had calculated that even if he couldn't kill him, as long as he could stop him from returning, he could ascend to the throne smoothly. By then, everything would be too late.
Even if his identity as not being of royal blood was exposed, so what?
The matter is settled, there is no turning back.
But I never thought that all this was part of the Ninth Prince's plan.
Oh…
No one would have thought that the Ninth Prince, who had been living in exile for more than ten years and died young in the eyes of the world, would be the final winner.
Hua Yanyue had a faint smile on her lips as she watched him fall down. There was no ripple in her eyes, and it was terrifyingly calm.
He turned around, spread his hands, and said to the ministers with a smile, "That's good. They're all dead. My Lords, what do you think now?"
At this time, the ministers raised their heads, looked left and right, and dared not speak. They could only look at the Prince of Zhennan.
But unexpectedly, the Prince of Zhennan turned his head, raised his hand and took off the human skin mask on his face. Who else could it be but Azhu?
For a moment, the ministers were stunned again, their eyes wide open, their mouths open, and they were so shocked by this sudden change that they couldn't recover.
Fake...fake?
Hua Yanyue found their expressions a little funny.
He walked with graceful steps, crossed the stairs and ascended to the supreme position. Ling Ran stood beside the dragon throne, his slender fingertips lightly tapping the edge of the dragon throne with a domineering air of confidence.
He turned his head to look at the civil and military officials kneeling below, with an air of dignity that looked down upon the world.
The thin, bright red lips slowly curled up into a beautiful arc, and she said word by word, "This, mine, understand?"
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