The Northern King's Court.

After returning to the palace, Prince Jin Yu locked himself in his bedroom.

He rummaged through boxes and drawers and found all of Yu Liu's portraits. Then he spread them on the ground and scribbled on them with a pen, painting the faces in the paintings completely black.

He had a hideous smile on his face, mixed with fear, and he kept cursing. His dragon robe was covered in ink, and he looked in a dishevel.

Wu Geng stood outside the palace with a pale face, supported by his godson Wu Shan. His legs were still weak.

He didn't dare to enter the palace to disturb them, because he knew that the king was not to be seen by others now, and if he went in now, he might be stabbed to death by the demented king.

Prince Jin Yu vented his anger like crazy in the palace for an hour. Perhaps he was really tired, he lay down on the painting and dreamed of the past for the first time in a long time.

The year his mother died of illness, he was ten years old and his younger sister was only seven years old.

My father, the emperor, and my mother, the queen, have always treated each other with respect, so I was overwhelmed with grief and remained depressed for a long time.

One day a year later, when he went to look for his younger sister, he unexpectedly saw his father holding his younger sister in his arms.

He already knew what was going on by then, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he secretly laughed at how ridiculous his own idea was.

When the imperial sister was twelve years old, although she had not yet fully grown, she was already stunningly beautiful.

He was fifteen years old at that time, and the Eastern Palace was already filled with concubines.

One day, the imperial sister timidly pulled his sleeve, looking very embarrassed, as if she had something to hide.

Seeing this, he asked another question, but as soon as the imperial sister opened her mouth and mentioned "father", she was called away by someone sent by her father.

Recalling the absurd guess he had back then, combined with the embarrassed look on the emperor's sister's face at the moment, his heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but want to explore.

After a few days, he tried every possible means to hide outside his father's bedroom, hunched over under the window, and witnessed with his own eyes a scene that he would never forget.

He can still clearly remember how he felt at that time.

The first thing that came to his mind was an indescribable feeling of nausea. He was so frightened and angry that he almost pushed the window and shouted.

However, the father's obscene words were soon heard in the room, and the imperial sister's several attempts to break free were in vain. Instead, he, who was standing outside the window, saw everything.

He noticed something strange about his body and ran away in fright.

But somehow, that scene was deeply imprinted in his heart, and no matter how many concubines and palace maids he slept with, it could not be erased.

As time went by, he even had an idea: If his father can do it, why can't he?

Once this idea came to mind, it became unstoppable.

But he didn't dare to do it. Half a year later, the imperial sister found him with red eyes, tightly grasped his hand, and cried and begged him:

"Brother, can you please save Ling'er?"

"Brother, I'm so scared."

The palace maids in the room had already left, and the imperial sister told him everything in tears.

The imperial sister truly regarded him as her last straw.

But he couldn't hear anything. He stared at his sister in a daze. The desire in his body had been suppressed for too long.

Finally, he succeeded amid the heart-wrenching cries of the imperial sister.

At this moment, his father suddenly pushed the door open, looked at the mess on the floor, raised his hand and slapped him hard.

However, after the panic, his fear was gone. He faced his father directly with defiance in his eyes.

It was clearly his father who started this practice, and as his son, he was just following suit.

In the next two years, all this became the norm, and the imperial sister seemed to have become numb to it.

But in fact, the emperor's sister was determined to die. Once, when she saw that he was in a bad mood, she deliberately used words to provoke him again and again.

He was filled with rage and strangled his sister's neck fiercely, almost losing his mind.

He could not quite remember the details of what happened. He only remembered that his father suddenly arrived, pushed him away fiercely, and then pulled out a whip and beat him until his skin was torn.

He curled up desperately, the sound of whip rang in his ears, the smell of blood filled the air, he screamed wildly, yet he felt a secret pleasure in the severe pain.

The emperor put away the whip, then leaned over and strangled him by the neck. The bloodshot and cruel look in his eyes was deeply engraved in his heart.

After that incident, he also learned to whip others with a whip.

He imitated his father and used all his strength, watching others wailing and screaming, their skin torn and flesh exposed, and he felt uncontrollable pleasure welling up in his heart, suppressing all the hostility and anger in his heart.

When his father was whipping him, he once glanced at his imperial sister standing beside him.

The imperial sister just tilted her head and looked at him, hatred surging in her eyes, and a kind of madness that wanted to destroy everything.

When the dream reached this point, the princess's face suddenly changed. It turned golden and became like a wooden statue.

But the next moment, the imperial sister suddenly rushed over, her eyebrows twisted, her mouth grinning, and she said sinisterly: "Royal brother, go to hell, let's go to hell together!"

"ah!!!"

Prince Jin Yu suddenly opened his eyes, waved his hands, and sweated profusely.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

Wu Geng's voice was heard outside the palace, instantly bringing the frightened King Jin Yu back to reality.

He looked around with lingering fear, and then realized that he was dreaming...

"Wu Geng!" King Jin Yu shouted immediately.

Wu Geng hurriedly pushed the door open and entered. King Jin Yu pointed at the portraits scattered all over the floor and said angrily, "Burn them! Burn them all! I want to take a bath!"

Wu Geng hurriedly obeyed the order and asked the young eunuch to come in and clean up, while he personally helped Prince Jin Yu change his clothes.

After a while, Prince Jin Yu leaned back in the bathtub, his complexion finally returning to normal.

Wu Geng did not dare to mention Yu Liu's name. He only said with great worry:

"Your Majesty, I just received news that Prince Shun has been trying to win over and incite the ministers. I'm afraid that Prince Shun will attack you at the court tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Prince Jin Yu slowly opened his eyes, and a sinister look appeared on his face again.

"Depose the emperor and establish another one? Ha, does that old thing think that my throne can be easily shaken?"

"Wu Geng, pass the order down. Tomorrow I will adjourn the court and meet with the ministers one by one to see who dares to defy me!"

This is the empire passed down to him by his father. Even if he loses the support of the people, he will die on this throne!

Wu Geng nodded hastily and was about to go down to draft an order when King Jin Yu seemed to have thought of something and suddenly stood up and walked out of the bath, saying quickly:

"Quick! Withdraw all the personnel stationed outside the Mo Mansion and change clothes. I want to write a letter to Mo Qiandai!"

What happened today must have been planned by Shen Yuanbai!

He became suspicious of Mo Qiandai because he heard the rumor came from Mo Yonglin. Now it seems that there was clearly a plot to sow discord among them, and Mo Yonglin is very likely to have died!

He has now lost the support of the people, and can no longer allow the emperor's uncle to win over Mo Qiandai first.

I hope Mo Qiandai doesn't know that he has issued a secret order to Shen Yuanbai to get rid of Mo Yonglin, otherwise I'm afraid...

Prince Jin Yu had a terrible headache and walked very fast.

Clearly, everything was still under control before today, but in just one day, even his throne was in jeopardy!

"Shen Yuanbai."

Prince Jin Yu's eyes turned red and he roared through gritted teeth.

"Wu Geng, search for me! Bring Shen Yuanbai here, I will skin him alive!"

Prince Jin Yu returned to the imperial study and wrote quickly on his desk, hoping to write a letter to calm Mo Qiandai down as soon as possible.

But he didn't know that while his men surrounded the Mo Mansion in broad daylight, the spies left behind by Mo Qiandai had already rushed to Jiaocheng day and night to report the news.

At the same time, the Wuding side was preparing carefully and ready to fight, and finally the best opportunity to launch an attack came!