King Mobei had been lying on the bed for several days. He didn't know what Mu Yun'an gave him to drink. From then on, he couldn't move at all.
Apart from being able to talk and eat, he could do nothing else. He had never felt such humiliation. He could neither live nor die.
Even the servants who served him disliked him a lot.
Seeing myself reduced from a high-ranking king to a useless person, this kind of torture and pain does not come from the body, but from the heart.
They trampled his most important self-esteem and pride to the ground.
This is their best revenge on him.
Since then, Xuan Du has not come to see him once.
The curtain was opened, and the servants brought the food. King Mobei said in a weak voice: "I want to see Lan Du, let him come to see me."
The servants turned a deaf ear to his words and fed him as usual.
But King Mobei refused to open his mouth, so the servants put down their bowls and chopsticks and went to report.
Not long after, Xuandu came. He looked at King Mobei who was lying on the bed and was about to die, and said in a faint voice: "I heard that you want to see me?"
King Mobei looked at him with complicated emotions in his eyes. He obviously had a lot to ask, but he didn't know what to say at this moment.
In the end, he just uttered a feeble sentence: "Kill me."
Xuandu said: "Patricide will be punished by God."
The King of Mobei laughed out loud: "You killed your brothers and sisters and gave up the country of Mobei. Are you still afraid of being punished by God?"
Xuandu shrugged: "Only one Lan Guduo died in my hands. Besides, the country in Mobei is not dead, it just no longer has the surname Lan."
"you......"
King Mobei was so angry that his blood boiled, and he angrily yelled: "You are using strong words to make sense."
Xuan Du sighed: "Father, does it really matter whether the people in Mobei are surnamed Lan? As long as the people live a good life, they will never have to suffer the pain of war again."
King Mobei said: "I only know that those who are not of my race must have different minds.
When Mobei fell into the hands of foreigners, it was my incompetence and your betrayal."
Xuandu said: "Father, please meet someone first." He called outside: "Come in."
Someone opened the curtain and walked in.
King Mobei looked at the person standing in front of him, who was the fourth prince who had been resurrected from the dead. His pupils shrank in shock: "Fourth brother? You... aren't you dead?"
The Fourth Prince said solemnly: "The old Fourth Prince is already dead and was killed by you yourself."
King Mobei was shocked. He looked at the fourth prince and then at Xuan Du, and then he understood: "Did Lan Du save you?"
The fourth prince said: "Yes, you said that the eldest brother killed his brothers and sisters, but what about me? Why am I still alive?
Have you ever thought that those brothers and sisters who died deserved their death, or that they were all killed by you.
It was your indulgence, favoritism and protection that harmed them. If you keep their lives, Mobei will be in chaos.
If what I have done is not revealed, I will send them all to hell one by one. Big brother just did what I wanted to do."
King Mobei looked at the son he hated the most, as if a pair of big hands had hit him hard in the face.
Looking back on my life, it is really a joke.
The children he was most proud of were all dead, the son he loved the most took away his empire and gave it to others, but the son he hated the most was still alive.