"Second brother, I'm not threatening you." Lu Qingyan's hands didn't relax. She said, "I just want you to see the truth."
"Haha, see the truth? See how much Father Emperor dotes on the eldest son and entrusts everything to him?" Prince Ning laughed loudly, and swung his broadsword backhand, engaging Lu Qingyan in a fierce fight.
Prince Ning would never give up easily until the very last moment. He didn't believe that after years of hard training, he would be no match for a sickly man.
The two exchanged blows, sparks flying from their clashing swords, startling some of the civil officials who quickly hid. The Golden Palace, though large, was also small enough to easily conceal these people.
Now, the entire Golden Palace became a battlefield for Lu Qingyan and her companion.
If it were Feng Qingqing, she definitely wouldn't be able to defeat Prince Ning, but Lu Qingyan might be a different story. She already had some basic skills and a lot of practical experience. With Feng Changgui's careful guidance, defeating Prince Ning would be a sure thing, it just would take a bit more time.
As Prince Ning struggled more and more, he finally realized that his chances of survival were slim, and he slit his own throat with the sword in Lu Qingyan's hand.
The victor is king, the loser is villain. Even if he survives this incident, he will not live as glamorous as before. Rather than that, he would rather die. He, Feng Changye, is not someone who can't afford to lose.
"Second Brother!" Lu Qingyan was a fraction too slow and couldn't stop him in time.
Lu Qingyan didn't have deep feelings for Prince Ning, Feng Changye. Although he was somewhat annoying and had many underhanded tricks, he was definitely not someone who would die.
If he can change himself and become more magnanimous, he would be a very good minister if he stayed in the court.
Lu Qingyan exclaimed in surprise, and after taking a few steps, she stopped beside him without squatting down to get closer.
Feng Changye's eyes widened, and Lu Qingyan clearly saw the meaning he wanted to express in those eyes: I don't need your pity.
Lu Qingyan didn't know if her approach could be considered pity, but she thought that if it were Feng Changye, he wouldn't be happy to let her get close to him.
"Second son!" The emperor was deeply shocked to see his son die before his eyes. Just over a decade ago, he had been a good emperor and a good father, but he didn't know when he had become the way he was now, indulging in pleasures and neglecting state affairs.
The death of his second son dealt him a heavy blow, making it impossible for him to continue his decadent lifestyle. However, he had been away from the court for many years, and even if he wanted to regain power, it wouldn't be so easy.
The emperor thought that it was time for him to abdicate.
Originally, the person he valued most was his eldest brother, Feng Changgui, but the death of his second brother made him very uncomfortable, and he was unwilling to let his eldest brother sit in that position again.
That day, the eldest brother seemed to have only talked a lot and did nothing; the one who actually did the work was the third brother, and in the end, it was the third brother who killed the second brother. But he was getting old and thought more deeply, and he suspected that it was all the eldest brother's scheme. Because the eldest brother couldn't stand the second brother but didn't want to take action himself, he racked his brains to plot against the third brother.
This approach kills two birds with one stone. It solves the problem of the second son while also pinning the blame on the third son.
The Emperor stared intently at Feng Changgui with his cloudy old eyes, trying to discern something from his face.
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