Xiao Chongjun laughed when he heard this: "As a king, you should have the heart to benefit the world, do you have it? You only think about how to ascend to this supreme position, but you don't care about the consequences of doing so.
In your eyes, you only have the throne and no common people. Are you worthy of being on this dragon chair and enjoying the glory of the Nine-Fifth King?"
Xiao Yue's face darkened, he stared at Xiao Chongjun and said: "Whether he is worthy or not, it doesn't matter what you say, after all, you have already lost.
Since you have raised me for so many years, I don’t want to embarrass you. As long as you write the edict of passing the throne, I will naturally take care of you until you die."
Xiao Chongjun laughed loudly: "You, you, you worry too much, and you have already reached this point, and you still want to be justified?
Why, are you afraid that the historian will record your bad reputation and be infamous for thousands of years?"
Only with the edict of passing the throne can he ascend the throne legitimately. Without this edict, the officials would naturally not recognize him as the new emperor.
Xiao Yue narrowed his eyes, obviously a little impatient: "Your queen, your son are all in my hands now, as for King Qi..."
He paused and snorted coldly: "You think I don't know that you plan to pass the throne to him?
So, do you think he will come back alive? The prince is dead, the regent is dead, and even King Qi will soon go to hell to accompany them.
If you don’t want more people on the Huangquan Road, you’d better be obedient and write an edict of abdication and pass it on to me!”
Xiao Chongjun clenched the quilt on the bed fiercely, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
Xiao Yue chuckled: "Retribution? Compared with me, who killed those people you killed back then will suffer retribution? Isn't it the retribution you deserve today?"
He glanced at Xiao Chongjun and said, "The lives of your concubines, your sons and daughters, all depend on your thoughts."
Xiao Chongjun stared at him fiercely for a long time, then he smiled to himself and shook his head: "You are still too young and too conceited after all!"
Xiao Yue was stunned, looked at him with some confusion and asked: "What do you mean by this?"
Xiao Chongjun curled his lips, but remained silent.
Seeing his smile, Xiao Yue suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He frowned and heard a familiar voice coming from outside: "It means you are still too young."
Xiao Yue was startled when he heard this voice. He turned around and saw Xiao Chengyi strolling in.
He was wearing a black brocade robe, he walked calmly, his appearance was unparalleled, and his powerful aura made people dare not look directly at him.
When Xiao Yue saw him, his face suddenly turned pale. He took two steps back, shook his head and murmured: "Impossible, you... aren't you dead?"
Xiao Chengyi sneered, his face full of disdain: "You just want to kill me?"
Xiao Yue's face was stunned, and he couldn't help but clench his hands. After a while, he suddenly realized and asked in shock: "It's you, you set this up? Is your imprisonment a fake, and your poisoning is also a fake?"
Xiao Chengyi shrugged: "It's a pity that you understood it too late, you were too utilitarian, and things were going so smoothly, you didn't even have any doubts.
Why, do you really think that you are invincible and invincible? Little do you know, you are just a clown."
Xiao Yue's face was extremely ugly: "You..."
Xiao Chengyi raised his eyelids, glanced at him casually and said: "The King of Jin is very scheming, but it's a pity that his son is so stupid."
"Shut up."
Xiao Yue didn't believe that he would lose, so he was so angry that he rushed towards Xiao Chengyi.