Qian Yeli suddenly felt that these two people looked particularly pleasing to the eye.
Ever since he was plotted against, he had no further thoughts of rebellion. His only regret now was that Qian Yeming hadn't suggested sending troops to wipe out the Divine Cult. He also regretted that he had no chance of survival. Otherwise, he would have requested to lead the troops, even if it took his entire life, to destroy these charlatans.
"Prince Li, is this contract I hold in my hand, signed between you and the Divine Cult, genuine?"
Facing Qian Yeming's question, Qian Yeli did not deny it, nor did he beg for mercy. Instead, he responded very straightforwardly, "Yes."
Qian Yeming sighed and said, "You and I are brothers. If you do your duty as the Prince of Li, I will never touch you. Even now, I am reluctant to kill you because of our brotherly love.
But you took advantage of my trust in you and went to collude with the Divine Cult. Prince Li, I always thought you were a smart man. Wouldn't it be better to be your wealthy and carefree prince? Why did you have to collude with such a person? Do you know that you are courting disaster?
Qian Yeming’s words made Qian Yeli bury his head even lower.
Not out of guilt, but out of shame.
He knew about the ugly deeds of the God Cult in South Vietnam. How could he have been so obsessed with cooperating with such a disgusting evil cult?
Now he understood what it meant to seek the skin of a tiger. The practice of the Divine Religion had profoundly illustrated this idiom for him.
"King Li, do you admit your guilt?" Qian Yeming's voice came from above.
"I acknowledge my guilt."
"Do you wish to plead your case?"
After Qian Yeming finished asking this question, Ye Lixuan immediately looked at Qian Yeli. Although he could not help King Li at the moment, as his uncle, he still hoped that King Li could survive.
It is better to live a miserable life than to die. As long as you are alive, there is hope.
Now that this tyrant has allowed him to defend himself for the first time, there is hope. Ye Lixuan looked at Qian Yeli and was deeply worried about him.
"I have nothing to defend myself."
He had his pride, and he wasn't someone who didn't know how to accept defeat. His only hatred was his own carelessness and the shamelessness of the Divine Cult. In this battle for the throne, he now understood perfectly well that he and Qian Yeming were simply not on the same level of competitors.
Not only him, but also Qian Yeyao, Qian Yechen and Qian Yeze.
Now, he admired Qian Ye Ze immensely. No matter if he had no desire to fight for it or he did not have time to take action, at least he had seen the fight between Qian Ye Ming and the two high priests today.
Such a person with martial arts skills that they could not match, had always appeared in the image of a sickly prince. Just because of this forbearance, he was the most suitable one among the princes to inherit the throne and the one who was most likely to make Nanyue prosperous.
So, he was defeated wholeheartedly. People like him could easily frame him with just a few words. Not only was he deceived, but he also foolishly sacrificed his life's efforts and power. Even if he sat on the throne, he would still suffer the disaster of national destruction in the future.
Qian Yeli's words made the entire Dezheng Hall fall silent in an instant.
None of the ministers had expected Prince Li to admit it so easily. Admitting it meant death...
So at this time, no one dared to step forward and say a word. Although they all felt that King Li was upright in his actions and it was a pity for him to die.
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