Chapter 16: Don’t even think about this throne in your lifetime!
"Feng'er, you have a violent temper, are irritable, cruel and bloodthirsty. You cannot be a good king."
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"If you take the throne, you will only become a tyrant infamous throughout history!"
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"Don't even think about this throne in your lifetime. I will never pass it on to you, and I will never hand over this world to you!"
Zhu Feng clenched his fists tightly and suddenly hammered the table hard. The table was broken into pieces by his hammer and fell apart with a loud noise.
He Yi took a step forward: "Your Highness!"
The broken wood chips scratched the back of his hand, leaving a long bloody wound, but Zhu Feng still clenched his fist tightly, making the wound bigger and bigger. Blood flowed down his hand drop by drop and dripped onto the cold ground.
He Yi frowned, but said nothing more.
He knew the inner demon of the Prince of Yan, a demon that the Prince of Yan had been unable to get rid of over the years, no matter how much he acted as a virtuous king, or how much he led his troops on the battlefield, fighting desperately until he was covered in wounds and bleeding all over the ground.
The loud noise still echoed in the empty hall.
But what Zhu Feng heard was still the cold rebuke from his father, Emperor Taizu.
"If you take the throne, you will only become a tyrant infamous throughout history!"
"Don't even think about this throne in your lifetime!"
"I will never pass the throne to you, and I will never hand over this world to you!"
He frowned and covered his ears with his hands, but these sounds seemed to come not from his ears but from the bottom of his heart. No matter how he struggled, these sounds were like invisible knives, stabbing his heart.
These sounds were driving him crazy.
At this moment, he heard a very weak, yet stubborn voice that could not be ignored suddenly rang out among these chaotic voices.
"Whether Your Highness will be a tyrant depends on what Your Highness does."
"If Your Highness thinks I'm wrong, you can kill me."
"But you can't shake the stigma of a tyrant no matter how many people you kill!"
He looked up suddenly.
That woman, the woman named Si Nanyan!
The next moment, Zhu Feng kicked open the door of Huagai Palace and walked out without looking back.
He Yi had originally followed him out, but when he saw the direction Zhu Feng was heading, he suddenly seemed to understand something. He stopped and turned back to shout, "Follow the prince immediately."
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Another day passed, and still no one came.
Nan Yan was almost starving to the point of falling into a semi-coma and was on the verge of falling asleep at any moment, but she still persisted. While gritting her teeth, she used her last bit of strength to knock on the door repeatedly, trying to make some noise, muttering to herself: "Help... Help... Help..."
In the end, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands. She leaned against the door, and with the last bit of consciousness, she gently knocked her forehead against the door panel and whispered in a mosquito-like voice: "Help..."
The light before my eyes was almost disappearing.
Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.
Then, the door was opened.
Nan Yan's last bit of consciousness was blown away by the wind that rushed in after the door opened, and she fell down limply.
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