"You, you..."
The Western Zhou emperor choked on his words, his already weak face contorted with rage.
Grand Tutor Wenrun rolled his eyes. "What do you mean, 'you'? If you can't speak properly, shut your fat, stinking mouth."
A thick, foul-smelling mouth?
The Western Zhou emperor trembled with rage, pointing incredulously at the Grand Tutor and roaring hoarsely:
"Grand Tutor, you are my father-in-law, and your daughter is my empress. I have bestowed honor and prosperity upon your Lu family. If it weren't for me, your Lu family would have fallen into ruin long ago."
But how do you treat me now?
"We're practically family. Shouldn't you stand on my side and protect my interests?"
"Heh, maintenance?"
The Grand Tutor clenched his fists tightly, his eyes displaying a fan-shaped pattern as he stared coolly at the Western Zhou Emperor.
"Who do you think you are that I would defend you?"
From beginning to end, I have never acknowledged you as my family. No, I should say that from the bottom of my heart, I have never thought highly of you.
And where do you get the audacity to mention my daughter?
She already had a fiancé, and the two were just one step away from getting married, but you used a scheme to tear them apart.
Do you think I really don't know what you're plotting?
"You just want to seize the throne, and because I was the late emperor's most trusted confidant, you want to bring me into your camp to help you take the throne."
As he spoke, the Grand Tutor's eyes gradually reddened, filled with resentment.
The Western Zhou emperor's breath hitched, and his whole body stiffened. He was frightened by the Grand Tutor's gaze and didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
"Grand...Grand Tutor?"
"Don't call me Grand Tutor!"
The Grand Tutor retorted sharply: "The Western Zhou Dynasty is about to be destroyed, and all of us here will become slaves of a conquered nation. This is all your doing. Are you happy now?"
The Western Zhou emperor's expression changed drastically; he could not accept this fact.
"Shut up! Shut up! Don't curse my Western Zhou to be destroyed! My Western Zhou still wants to unify the world. How could it be destroyed so easily?"
The eyes of the Grand Tutor and his virtuous ministers were filled with contempt and mockery.
Unify the world? You must be dreaming.
The Western Zhou emperor's lackeys were terrified, their eyes darting around wildly as they hurriedly offered him some terrible advice.
"Your Majesty, the Grand Tutor is simply spreading heresy and disrespecting you. In my opinion, it would be better to send all of them to the battlefield."
"Yes, Your Majesty. Since they are so patriotic, let them speak with the Crown Prince of Nandi themselves."
"Your Majesty, please don't forget that the Third Prince is the son of the Empress."
Then let the Third Prince lead the troops to fight against the Southern Di. With the Third Prince's talent and strategy, he should be able to fight the Southern Di to a draw.
Even if the Third Prince is defeated, we can take the opportunity to propose sending him to the Southern Barbarians as a hostage. In this way, our Western Zhou might be able to escape disaster.”
"Your Majesty, time is of the essence, please make a decision quickly!"
I'm so anxious, so anxious!
They should hurry home to pack up their gold and silver treasures and prepare to flee. Only a fool would stay in Western Zhou.
Anyway, they've made enough money over the years.
Wherever they go, as long as they have substantial wealth, they can live a good life.
The Western Zhou emperor was in a state of panic and anxiety, and had long since lost his reason.
"Yes, yes, you're right. Guards, seize all these rebellious officials! Then send someone to invite the Third Prince over. If he refuses to come, then..."
"Just what?"
Just then, the tall and slender figure of the Third Prince Zhou Haokun appeared in the Golden Palace.
He was dressed in a black, tight-fitting long robe, his brows exuding a heroic air, and his deep, cold eyes staring directly at the Western Zhou Emperor with an oppressive gaze.
The Grand Tutor and his entourage beamed with joy, straightening their backs.
The lackey ministers were terrified and quickly shrank back, fearing that they would be punished by the Third Prince.
The Western Zhou emperor was startled when he saw the suddenly appearing third prince.
Since he ascended the throne, he has been afraid of no one, except for his son, who is truly too strange.
He displayed extraordinary intelligence from a young age, and was self-taught in both literature and martial arts. Over the years, he helped the Empress and his sister escape countless schemes.
He was extremely wary, fearing that he would be dethroned.
In short, he would rather kill this son than give him the throne. In other words, he would never allow his son to be more capable than him.
The Western Zhou emperor's eyes darted around, not daring to look directly at Zhou Haokun.
"Well, my son, you've arrived. I happen to have something to entrust to you. Your timing is perfect, isn't it? Hehe!"
Zhou Haokun's eyes turned cold, and a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Old man, your laugh is too awful. You still haven't told me what you were saying earlier. Now that I'm here, you can tell me exactly what you were saying, so that others won't have to repeat it."
"Hehehe!" The Western Zhou Emperor laughed awkwardly. "Well, my son, you must have misheard me. I have nothing to say."
"Oh!"
Zhou Haokun's eyes were full of mockery.
"Old man, you've confessed without being asked. You're incredibly stupid. You just want to use my mother and the Empress to threaten me so that I'll work for you."
The Western Zhou emperor took a deep breath, his eyes filled with deep fear.
He knew he couldn't hide anything from his prodigious son.
Judging from his intelligence, if he really wanted to dethrone him, he could have done so many years ago, but he has not done so until now.
I have no idea what he was thinking.
"My son! Now that you know, I have nothing more to say. I'll just ask you one question: are you willing to lead troops to fight against the Southern Di army?"
"I refuse!"
Zhou Haokun's tone was full of sarcasm, "The Western Zhou Dynasty was defeated by you, why should I clean up your mess? Why should I work for a bunch of trash like you?"
hiss!
The Western Zhou emperor was furious. "Zhou Haokun, don't forget, you are my son. We share the same fate, and we share the same fate. Aren't you afraid that the Western Zhou will be destroyed and you will become a slave of a conquered nation?"
Zhou Haokun glanced at the sycophantic ministers.
He sneered, "With trash like you around, the Western Zhou Dynasty was doomed to perish sooner or later. It's you trash who are truly afraid of losing your country, not us."
In addition, the Southern Di people had a righteous atmosphere, and the Southern Di emperor was benevolent and virtuous, with a heart for the world. He was not an intolerant emperor.
After our Western Zhou Dynasty came under the control of the Southern Di, the people's lives actually became happier and more prosperous. This is a good thing, so why not do it?
The lackey ministers: "..." Oh no, oh no! The Third Prince is also willing to submit to the Southern Di. Can they still find a chance to escape?
The Western Zhou emperor was so angry that his face turned ashen.
"Zhou Haokun, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to lead a rebellion? What good will it do you to have the Western Zhou Dynasty destroyed?"
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