Chapter 271: Revenge
There was a dragging sound outside the hall, and soon, two guards came in with a person.
It would be more accurate to say that he was being carried rather than driven. The man's legs were twisted at strange angles and were obviously broken. His body was covered in blood and his hair was disheveled. He no longer looked like a prince at all.
Pei Yi saw Emperor Zhaowen lying on the couch and suddenly laughed.
Emperor Zhaowen saw who was coming and his eyes burned with anger. "Rebellious son! How dare you come to see me!"
Pei Yi laughed even harder, "You tyrant! You deserve this day? You listened to slander and became suspicious of your own flesh and blood... You deserve this!"
"Rebellious son!" Emperor Zhaowen's chest heaved.
"Rebellious son? What about you?" Pei Yi, half buried in the ground, gave up. "You stole Uncle Ping's kingdom and his woman. Now you've been deceived and deserted by everyone... You are the one who deserves to be cut into pieces the most in this world!"
Emperor Zhaowen pointed his bony finger at Pei Yi, "I wanted to spare your life, but you dared to escape from the palace and even collude with the Bingzhou army to force the emperor to abdicate..."
"Bullshit!" Pei Yi interrupted Emperor Zhaowen before he could finish. With a fierce look in his eyes, he struggled to move forward a foot. "It was you! You were the one who first gave me the poisoned wine to kill me! If I don't escape, am I supposed to stay in the palace and die?"
Emperor Zhaowen was stunned, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, "When did I..."
Pei Yi gasped, his voice trembling with anger. "You forced me to do this! If I hadn't rebelled, I would have been the one to die. I want to come back and ask for answers. We're father and son, why did you insist on killing me?"
He gasped for breath, his eyes filled with grief and anger. "I thought of the father-son relationship, but you trusted this bastard instead! You gave him the tiger talisman and military power to kill your son!"
Emperor Zhaowen's face turned pale instantly, and he looked tremblingly at the people who had been standing aside watching the show.
The smile on Pei Jing's face was still very faint, but his eyes revealed an almost crazy satisfaction.
The look in his eyes was creepy. He was just looking at them calmly, but there was a sense of madness in his eyes.
It was as if the drama before his eyes of father and son turning against each other and brothers killing each other was the masterpiece he had painstakingly choreographed, and at this moment, he was enjoying his satisfactory work.
Silence returned to the hall, leaving only the heavy breathing of Emperor Zhaowen.
Poisoned wine, rumors, weapons... all these events were linked together, pressing forward step by step, and eventually forced the father and son into this situation.
"It's you..." Emperor Zhaowen's voice was trembling, and he pointed at Pei Jing with a shaking finger, "This is all your setup!"
"Thank you also for the cooperation of the emperor." Pei Jing said.
Emperor Zhaowen's face was ashen, and his lips trembled. "Why...why?"
Pei Jing slowly leaned down, his eyes level with Emperor Zhaowen on the couch, his smile tinged with satisfaction, "Because I am Prince Ping's son."
"No! No!" Emperor Zhaowen suddenly widened his eyes, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he shook his head anxiously.
"You are my son! You are my prince! Someone must have deceived you and deliberately tried to sow discord between us... You are my son!"
Pei Jing chuckled softly, "I was born prematurely, but I worked hard and looked like a full-term baby."
Emperor Zhaowen suddenly widened his eyes, his cloudy eyes filled with horror.
"puff--"
Emperor Zhaowen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on Pei Jing's sleeves.
He pointed at Pei Jing, making a hoarse sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a word.
Pei Jing stood up, slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his sleeve, then turned around, took the glass of water on the table and handed it to Emperor Zhaowen's mouth.
"Drink some water first."
Emperor Zhaowen turned his head away, closed his mouth tightly, and his eyes were full of hatred.
"Don't worry, this water isn't poisonous." Pei Jing said slowly, "Your body is already full of toxins. All you need is a trigger. And I just fed you that trigger myself."
Emperor Zhaowen froze and stared at Pei Jing.
Pei Jing put down the water cup, looked down at him, and his tone finally showed real coldness.
"Back then, my father was poisoned to death bit by bit by you using a slow-acting poison. I could have taken my time to avenge you, making your life worse than death, suffering the utmost, dragging it out for a decade or two, letting you simmer down in regret and fear until your last breath."
"But you insist on forcing me!" Pei Jing's voice suddenly turned harsh. "It's you who made me determined to speed up the process. Because as long as there are people putting pressure on me, I will always be living on the edge of a knife, and I will never be able to protect the people I want to protect. Only when you die can all this be completely over.
Pei Jing slowly adjusted his cuffs. "Look, I'm the winner in the end. I want you to do one last thing, and I'll let your sons go."
Emperor Zhaowen's eyes gradually blurred. He suddenly grabbed Pei Jing's hand and said in a hoarse voice, "You...what else do you want?"
Pei Jing leaned over and whispered in Emperor Zhaowen's ear, "I want you to issue a confession of guilt, admitting with your own mouth that you were the one who poisoned Prince Ping."
Emperor Zhaowen's pupils contracted violently, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.
"It doesn't matter if you don't surrender," Pei Jing stood up straight. "History is always written by the victor. Whether you accept it or not, I will ensure that those blood-soaked truths find their rightful place in the pages of future generations."
"Don't worry, I will govern this kingdom well. After all..." He paused, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth, "This should have been my father's kingdom."
Pei Jing pushed open the heavy palace door, and the sunlight outside poured in without warning, making him squint.
The sunlight fell on his dark robe, and the bloody smell and oppression were washed away by the bright light, and even a hint of warmth was given to it.
He stood at the entrance of the hall, looking at the vitality in front of him. After a moment, he walked down the white jade steps with light steps.
"Prepare the horses." Pei Jing ordered loudly.
The horse galloped all the way to Prince Zhaoning's palace, and Pei Jing threw down the reins and rushed in.
He walked through the corridors, the blue tiles and eaves passing overhead. Whenever he saw someone, he asked anxiously, "Where is she?"
The maidservant who was asked bowed quickly and said, "My Lord, the young lady is at the Bingxiao Waterside Pavilion."
Jiang Fei was leaning on the railing feeding the fish when she heard hurried footsteps. She turned around and was picked up by Pei Jing.
She was held high, her hands resting on his shoulders, and when she lowered her head, her hair swept across his face.
Jiang Fei wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Okay." Pei Jing looked up at her and smiled like a child who had received candy.
Jiang Fei put her arms around his neck and bent down to kiss him.
As they leaned against each other, the wind around them slowed down.
After a long while, Pei Jing stepped back slightly, his nose touching hers, "Some other day, you will accompany me to pay homage to my father."
Jiang Fei nodded, "Okay."
"Then we'll go to Tingquan Mountain to see my mother." Pei Jing's smile deepened. "She has always liked you."
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