Tyrant's Beloved (31)

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The emperor was shielded in the middle by a group of people, and could only watch his two sons fight each other, unable to intervene.

How did things come to this?

He didn't know, but witnessing this scene filled him with unparalleled regret. At this moment, he had to reflect on himself. He had to bear a lot of responsibility for causing this situation. It was he who refused to establish the crown prince, who deliberately allowed his two sons to fight among themselves, just so that he could sit on the throne more securely, and who nurtured their ambitions...

However, at this point, what use was his regret? Everything was irreparable.

Looking at his two sons revealing their ugly sides in the struggle for the throne, he thought of his seventh son. In comparison, this child who grew up away from him since childhood, seemed to be the most outstanding. If there were still a choice, he would rather pass the throne to the seventh son.

At least, Prince Qin wouldn't disregard the well-being of the people for his own desires, unlike these two wicked sons. Looking at the absurd scene before him, he couldn't help but wonder, if he entrusted the throne to these two, wouldn't it lead to the demise of Great Zhou?

It took a serious Illness for him to see many things clearly. In a person's life, fame and fortune are all fleeting, and one takes nothing with them to death. Like him now, being an emperor meant nothing. Restricted by this frail body, he possessed power but could do nothing.

The sounds of battle echoed in his ears, and the nauseating scent of blood lingered in the air. His clothes, soaked by the rain, clung to his body. Occasionally, droplets of blood splattered, gradually staining his face and body in shades of red.

He watched with wide eyes, watched his two sons fight each other, and watched the eldest prince's precarious struggle. He watched as the red eyed Prince Yu raised his longsword and thrust it directly at the chest of the man kneeling on the ground.

Stop—

He wanted to shout, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't even make a sound. His eyes reddened, and his mouth remained open, gaping like a stranded fish.

"Boom—"

A flash of light passed, and thunder boomed in his ears. The emperor closed his eyes wearily. He couldn't help but wonder: Was this thunder a warning from the heavens?

The eldest prince was seriously injured, and he fell heavily. Prince Yu's thrust veered off, failing to deliver a fatal blow. Blood gushed from the wound, mingled with the rain and stained the ground red.

He won!

Prince Yu supported himself with the sword stuck in the ground. He took a deep breath, and slowly straightened his body. He swung his long sword and pointed it straight at the eldest prince's throat.

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"The leader of the rebels has been subdued. Surrender now!"

The outcome was clear; the eldest prince was defeated by the enemy. The remaining people lost their will to resist, and were easily subdued.

The rain was getting lighter.

Prince Yu dreamed of being emperor. He walked up to the emperor with a smile, bent down to his ear, and spoke in a not-so-soft voice, "Father Emperor, it seems even the heavens are on my side. If Father Emperor is wise, you will willingly draft the abdication decree. You can remain as the exalted retired emperor, or..."

Whether to be the retired emperor or a captive, it all depended on the emperor's choice.

"Who is Father Emperor waiting for?" Seeing the emperor ignoring him, Prince Yu stepped forward and stood in front of him, "Big brother has been subdued. Father Emperor, do you think there is anyone left to change the current situation? Take your time, this son has plenty of time. Father Emperor can think slowly."

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