Chu Hong's eyes suddenly turned cold. He took a step forward, leaned over the imperial desk, and approached Emperor Chu:
"Why?"
His voice was extremely low, but every word was as sharp as a knife: "Because her mother, the late queen, was your first wife? And my mother... is the daughter of a foreign race?"
Emperor Chu stared at him and suddenly smiled.
"You finally said it."
He slowly sat up straight. Although he was a little weak, his imperial dignity was not diminished at all. "Over the years, you have pretended to be gentle, respectful, frugal and modest, but I have always known that you are more cruel than your brother and more greedy than your sister."
Chu Hong's pupils shrank, and then he laughed softly: "Since you know everything, why don't you defend against me and crown me king?"
"Because I'm waiting." The Emperor of Chu said coldly, "When you can't bear it anymore, jump out by yourself."
The air suddenly froze.
Chu Hong's usually gentle face also showed a momentary crack.
After a long while, he laughed at himself, hiding the gloom in his eyes: "So, no matter whether I am excellent or not, whether I work hard or not, in your heart, you will never consider me even a little bit, right?"
The Emperor of Chu slowly tightened his fingers on the dragon-patterned armrest and said in a low voice, "I gave you a chance."
"Opportunity?" Chu Hong smiled bitterly, his eyes red.
"You want me to be banished to the wild borderland of Youzhou and suffer for three years?"
"Father, do you know that three years ago, Youzhou was a place where even dogs were ignored. The officials there swallowed up all the money allocated by the court, the refugees gnawed on tree bark and waited for death, and the bandits rode on horses and killed people and looted goods in the streets as if it was commonplace."
"If it weren't for my good fortune, I would have died at the hands of those bandits long ago."
As he spoke, he suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a hideous scar on his chest: "Father, do you know? This arrow was shot by the dignitaries on the stage when I was captured and taken to the slave training camp?"
The Chu Emperor's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hands holding the armrest almost spasmed.
"But now you tell me that no matter how hard I try, I can't get even the slightest favor from you. And my sister and brother have done nothing wrong, yet you keep protecting them!"
Chu Hong's voice suddenly rose, and even the cinnabar mole on his forehead turned red as if it was about to bleed.
"Just because my eyes resemble my mother's? Just because of this damn foreign bloodline?"
The King of Chu started to cough violently, but he still stared at him intently: "Your mother's affairs have nothing to do with you..."
"How can it be unrelated?"
Chu Hong almost roared, "Then why did you look at me as if I were a bastard when I was ten years old?"
The Emperor of Chu's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and his hands clenched tightly under his dragon robe.
"Do you know?" Chu Hong suddenly lowered his voice, "That winter when you were hunting in the snow and shot a wolf to death with that arrow, I really hope that you missed here."
He pointed his finger at his heart, his eyes accusing.
The hall suddenly fell silent, with only the ticking of the clepsydra remaining.
Emperor Chu raised his eyes and looked at him with complicated eyes: "So you have always hated me?"
"Hate you?"
Chu Hong laughed at himself, straightened up, and adjusted his robe elegantly.
"No! I am here to express my gratitude."
"Thank you, Father, for teaching me that if I want something, I have to get it myself!"
He picked up a wolf-hair brush on the imperial desk and broke it in his hand with a "crack".
The wooden thorn of the pen pierced his palm and blood immediately flowed out, but he seemed not to feel the pain and laughed more wantonly and dangerously.
Drops of blood dripped onto a memorial, spreading a glaring red color.
Emperor Chu looked at the drop of blood and suddenly smiled: "Good...very good!"
He stood up with the help of the handrail and looked down at Chu Hong: "Then I want to see what you can grab."
"Your son will not be disappointed." Chu Hong licked the blood from his palm and said meaningfully:
"I will let you see with your own eyes that your most precious pearl will become my trophy."
The King of Chu narrowed his eyes suddenly, and murderous intent emerged.
"Evil creature! That's your sister!"
Chu Hong's smile became more evil, and his eyes became crazy: "Father is well-read, hasn't he heard of 'love can turn the world upside down'? Since ancient times, many heroes have broken their backs and necks for their loved ones, let alone a mere status?"
He pressed on, "When I was chewing tree bark in Youzhou, I realized that 'destiny is created by oneself, and appearance is determined by the heart'. The so-called ethics are nothing but shackles that trap mediocre people."
“Bang!”
Upon hearing this, Emperor Chu raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
He used all his strength in this slap.
"You evil creature, do you really think I won't kill you!?"
Chu Hong raised his hand, touched his numb left cheek, and smiled slowly.
"Why is Father so angry?
As the old saying goes, 'The one who gave birth to me cannot do it, the one I gave birth to cannot do it, and as for the rest, everything is possible.'
Since Father doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, why should he be bound by these secular ethics? When you killed your brothers for power, did you ever think about the 'deep love between brothers'? "
As the King of Chu listened to his crazy talk that distorted right and wrong and went against human ethics, he felt a fishy and sweet taste rushing into his throat.
The finger he pointed at Chu Hong was shaking violently, and his chest was heaving violently, as if there was a fire burning.
"Evil creature, you..."
Before he could finish his words, Emperor Chu's eyes went dark and he immediately fell to the ground...
"His Majesty!"
Yao Jinzhong, who was guarding outside, heard the noise and rushed in immediately to support the King of Chu.
"Someone! Quick! Call the imperial physician!"
The imperial study was suddenly in chaos.
A quarter of an hour later——
After the imperial doctors retreated tremblingly, the Emperor of Chu leaned on the dragon couch, his face pale, but he still maintained his imperial majesty.
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