"Have you ever seen someone who would hand over his country to others?"
Murong Yan was startled, "You are not sincere, you are just pretending to give up the throne to me..."
Murong Che looked at him with a very calm look, "I am facing death, how can I be fake?"
"So, if you avoid death, I will never be able to sit on the dragon throne."
"You happen to be wrong. If I were alive, if you wanted to sit on that dragon chair, I could give it to you at any time. But if I were dead, it would be Murong Chenghao who would sit on the dragon chair now."
Murong Yan's eyes flashed with resentment, "It was you. If you hadn't destroyed my muscles, my father would never have brought Murong Chenghao back..."
"Jun Youqi is eyeing Huanyue Kingdom, can you beat him? To tell you the truth, you are just a trigger for my death. I have found the antidote for the poison you gave me. I am the one who is here
When it comes time to renew his life, Jun Youqi will be behind you." Jun Youqi briefly told how he killed him, "I crippled you so that you are no longer a threat, so you can live for three more years.
Otherwise, you would have died under Jun Youqi's plan three years ago. It was my father who was in power and was waiting for me. It was my fault. I was born into the royal family. You wanted the throne but couldn't get it. And I
, I should have the throne, but I can’t push it away.”
"You really don't want to be the emperor?" Murong Yan didn't believe it. There is no one in the world who doesn't want to be the emperor.
Murong Che concentrated his thoughts, and the pen and inkstone in the study room next door flew in through the slightly open window and floated in the air.
He held the ink-polishing jade stone in his slender hand and slowly polished the ink.
Spreading out a piece of delicate parchment in his hand, he began to outline mountains, rivers, and lines on the parchment one stroke at a time, "A long, long time ago, I sat on the Dragon Throne once. That time, I gained the country."
"How long was that?" Murong Yan was puzzled.
"A thousand years."
"How can it be?"
He glanced at Murong Yan and said expressionlessly, "Your hall is dark, your appearance is haggard, and you are about to die. It doesn't hurt to tell you. A thousand years ago in the Tianchi Kingdom, the emperor was romantic by nature, and the maids he played with, or
There were countless anonymous beauties recruited by the people, and the number of women who got pregnant and gave birth to them was at least hundreds. It was just a harem struggle, and there were more than thirty male heirs who were actually born. They all intrigued and framed each other, and they died and were maimed.
The remnant eventually formed two factions. One faction was headed by the seventh prince Ling Xueshang, and the other was headed by my fifth prince Ling Che. Ling Xueshang and I were both bastards born to palace maids, and our father had too many sons.
Even the queens and noble concubines have many sons. They are all supported by their mother's influence. The father is mediocre and attaches great importance to noble blood. Although Ling Xueshang and I are princes, under the pressure of the forces behind the other princes, we have passed.
We are worse than the servants. Ling Xueshang and I each kept a low profile, worked hard step by step, and each of us grew in power. Ling Xueshang was cruel in his methods, and he secretly plotted to frame more than twenty princes until they died."
As he spoke, he paused, "When I was twenty years old, my father finally noticed me and wanted to arrange a marriage for me. At that time, I was on a patrol incognito, and happened to meet a folk woman. Her name was—
- Yun. Yun is three years younger than me. She is very beautiful, well-informed, knowledgeable, and has excellent medical skills. She has saved me from danger several times. She and I are in love, and we are in love with each other.
Sometimes, we hug each other, kiss each other, and get to know each other.”
