When you let me go, you probably thought that I would come back one day, and you wanted to please me in this way. This is the second reason.
Wuji, if you were to go back to three years ago, would you still let me go?"
Wei Wuji's heart was in turmoil, and a crack finally appeared on his calm brow.
Wei Xiuchu was indeed very smart and saw through all his schemes with just one glance.
Wei Wuji did not hesitate at all and replied: "I will. This is true. I am willing to swear on the ancestors of the Wei family."
Wei Xiuchu looked at him with complicated feelings.
From the moment he learned that Wei Wuji asked Wei Linglong to marry, he knew that his nephew had changed.
"I don't want to fight you. I came here only to take back what belongs to me."
Wei Wuji's expression paused slightly.
"I have sent people to guard the Emperor's uncle's warehouse—"
Wei Xiuchu interrupted him, "That's not it. You should know that if that incident hadn't happened, I would be the one sitting on the dragon throne right now."
Wei Wuji frowned, and then an absurd look appeared on his face, his thin lips were like two blades, carving out harsh words from his chest.
"Uncle, you always say something disgusting about the imperial power. When you were young, you always said you wanted to be free and unrestrained, but now you have come all the way here to fight for the imperial power. You are the most hypocritical one."
Wei Xiuchu didn't say anything.
Wei Wuji's eyes turned red with anxiety. "The throne is indeed not that important to me as a young man. But over the years, because I don't have absolute power, I can only watch the woman I like being taken as a concubine by him, the subordinates who followed me being tortured to death by him, and my uncle's family being buried on the battlefield. Without power, I am nothing!"
He took a step forward, came in front of Wei Xiuchu, and said coldly: "It was the blood shed by countless people that changed me, not your so-called power. Uncle, don't you also love power? Otherwise, you came back just to kill him?"
Wei Xiuchu listened quietly, then glanced sideways at Wei Xiuying who was lying on the bed.
This was the last lesson Wei Xiuying taught Wei Wuji, and also his most profound revenge on Wei Xiuchu.
Wei Wuji, who grew up with Wei Xiuchu almost since childhood, turned into a cold-blooded emperor in just three years.
Those simple ways of the emperor turned into floating smoke and became cold-blooded and unscrupulous.
The upright gentleman brought up by Wei Xiuchu was torn apart and reshaped bit by bit by Wei Xiuying.
In the almost still time, Wei Xiuying suddenly opened his lips, looked at Wei Xiuchu, and smiled strangely.
"Hahahaha! I want to see you kill each other and see who wins and who loses!"
Wei Wuji reacted suddenly, and then looked at the palm of his hand, as if he saw countless souls who had died unjustly at his hands resurrected in an instant, clamoring to drag him down to hell.
So, all these years have been...scheming?
Wei Xiuchu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Wei Xiuyi's neck, clenched his fingers, and said coldly, "Wei Xiuyi, I have ten thousand ways to make you wish you were dead but unable to live."
Wei Xiuying's eyes widened and his voice became hoarse, "Over the years, watching Wei Wuji's temperament gradually approach me was much more satisfying than breaking your legs in the first place.
Do you think you, Wei Xiuchu, are such a pure and innocent person? You just haven't enjoyed the beauty of power. But I didn't expect that this bastard would be so cruel——"
Wei Xiuchu gave a sarcastic smile.
"How do you know I didn't enjoy it?"
He took out an imperial edict from his sleeve, unfolded it and placed it in front of Wei Xiuying, grabbed his chin and forced him to finish reading it.
"Take a good look, this is my father's handwriting. He had already given me the imperial edict to pass on the throne, but I just didn't want to fight for it. Otherwise, with my position in Wei Zhao, do you think those old ministers would still follow you?"
Wei Xiuying stared wide-eyed, reading word by word, his gaze fixed on the jade seal and the late emperor's name, and let out a sharp scream.
"You old bastard! How dare you play tricks on me? You've played tricks on me my whole life! I won't let you go even if I go to hell!"
Wei Xiuchu's men exerted force and cut his throat.
"You are not worthy of scolding Father."
Wei Xiuying made a gurgling sound in his throat and blood spread.
He ordered: "Doctor Xuan, don't let him die."
He controlled the strength just right and would not let Wei Xiuying really die.
That's too cheap for him.
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