Prince Ning laughed heartily, almost maniacally: "When Father asked this question, shouldn't you also think about whether you've ever truly cared about your son? When Feng Changgui was alive, you favored him, and only after he left did you start to pay any attention to me. It would have been so much better if he hadn't come back, but as soon as he returned, you forgot about your son again. Father, tell me, shouldn't I, as your son, blame you?"
Feng Changgui said regretfully, "Second brother, you're overthinking it. Father is our father, how could he not care about you at all?"
"Shut up," Prince Ning roared. "Stop spouting these hypocritical words. You've got everything, so naturally you don't care like we do. Why don't you ask Feng Qingqing what he thinks? I'm fine, but Feng Qingqing has suffered far more than me. Doesn't he harbor any resentment at all?"
All eyes subtly turned to Lu Qingyan. Lu Qingyan's fingers, hidden in her sleeve, twitched. Her delicate face was expressionless, and she said, "No resentment, no hatred."
Even resentment stems from caring. To Lu Qingyan, the emperor is no different from a stranger, and she would not waste her feelings on him.
However, compared to Prince Ning, this answer can be described as "conscientious".
“Father, you’ve been in this position long enough. Why don’t you step down and rest? I’ve done so much for you, I’m very skilled now. You don’t need to worry about me being unable to hold this position.” Prince Ning said, stepping closer, his blood-dripping sword drawing a black line on the road.
"Since birth, there has been nothing I have not achieved. Today, I will absolutely not fail."
"Second brother," Feng Changgui advised, "It's not too late for you to regret it now. As long as you put down the knife in your hand now, Father will definitely forgive your sins."
“Yes,” Lu Qingyan said calmly, “Second Brother should not be too confident.”
"Shut up!" Unable to vent his resentment, Prince Ning swung his knife at Lu Qingyan in a fit of rage. Lu Qingyan dodged it and drew a soft sword from her waist, placing it against Prince Ning's neck.
Lu Qingyan's move stunned everyone around her.
Prince Jing, where did you get this sword?
When coming to the Golden Palace, neither civil officials nor military generals are allowed to carry sharp weapons, otherwise they will be punished for treason. However, Prince Jing actually carries a soft sword with him. Imagine if Prince Jing did this to someone he didn't like on a normal day, who would be able to survive?
Now that Prince Jing has done a great service by saving the emperor, should the emperor punish him or reward him?
"Third brother, are you really willing to follow your eldest brother?" Prince Ning said unwillingly, "What can you get by staying by his side? You'll just be treated like a dog."
"Second Brother," Lu Qingyan said coldly, "you should watch your mouth. If I accidentally use a little force, you might lose your life here."
"Ha, you think I'm afraid?" At this point, life or death seems to make no difference, and Prince Ning had long anticipated this: "From the moment I took this step, it was decided that it was either life or death. Third brother, do you think I'd be afraid of you?"
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