Chapter 708: The Truth Back Then....
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Useless!”
Seeing this, Chu Mingyuan cursed angrily, unable to hide his frustration. Chu Chengye was incapable, failing to eliminate Chu Yihan. As for the empress, she was proving to be utterly worthless!
“Watch this place,” Chu Yihan ordered sternly.
Behind him, Mo Qi immediately knelt, his voice filled with determination. “Yes, master, we will ensure that no one breaches this area!”
Both he and the Black Cloud Cavalry behind him exuded a formidable presence, rendering everyone silent and motionless.
Advancing with his Qingfeng Sword in hand, Chu Yihan seized Chu Mingyuan by the collar, dragging him forcefully into the imperial study.
Dragged along, Chu Mingyuan’s golden crown swayed precariously atop his head, his disheveled appearance projecting anything but the dignity of an emperor.
Thrown unceremoniously onto the dragon throne, Chu Mingyuan found the Qingfeng Sword pressed against his throat, its blade gleaming threateningly. Chu Yihan’s eyes glinted with a mixture of allure and menace as he spoke, “After all these years, you still can’t contain yourself?”
“You… Chu Yihan!”
Trembling with fear, Chu Mingyuan found himself unable to articulate a response, overwhelmed by the humiliation of the situation.
“Answer me! Are you feeling uneasy sitting on this throne?”
Chu Yihan’s blood-streaked countenance, both enchanting and eerie, exuded a palpable aura of danger, intensifying the emperor’s discomfort.
Though unspoken, Chu Mingyuan’s inner turmoil was evident in his trembling lips and desperate silence.
“Yes! This throne has become unbearable, causing me endless sleepless nights!” Chu Mingyuan thought to himself, but he still couldn’t answer.
However, he refused to yield to Chu Yihan’s intimidation.
“Chu Yihan, I am the rightful emperor, bestowed the throne by the late emperor himself! Your actions constitute treason! My father and our ancestors will not let you escape punishment, and the people will not forgive you!”
Chu Mingyuan’s outburst was met with a mocking smile from Chu Yihan, whose lips curled in contempt. “Father? The people of the realm? It was I who received the throne from my father. I conquered the vast lands of the Great Cheng Dynasty. What right do you have to blame me?”
“You…” Chu Mingyuan exclaimed, his agitation causing him to bump into Chu Yihan’s sword tip. “You’re talking nonsense! I am the emperor! I am the rightful emperor of the Great Cheng Dynasty! What evidence do you have to prove that Father passed the throne to you?”
There was none!
It couldn’t exist!
Back then, when Chu Yihan was on an expedition, Father was weak, and Chu Mingyuan seized the opportunity to kill Consort Shu and destroy the decree he had left with Chu Yihan’s mother. There was no way Chu Yihan could have known about this!
“Do you think that killing my mother would allow you to succeed?” Chu Yihan sneered, his eyes gleaming with a chilling light that made people tremble in fear.
He unscrewed the hilt of the Qing Frost Sword and took out a smooth silk scroll. Written clearly on it was the decree, “Pass the throne to the Ninth Prince, Chu Yihan.”
The imprint of the jade seal, stored for many years, was still as clear as ever.
Chu Mingyuan was terrified. “How could this be?”
How could this be?
Was the decree he destroyed back then fake?
Or was Father biased, giving Consort Shu a decree was not enough, he secretly hid one for Chu Yihan!
“Back then, Mother was afraid that you would harm me in the army, so she prepared a fake decree and released the news, diverting all your attention to her!”
Recalling the past, Chu Yihan’s eyes turned crimson. “For the sake of this decree, you killed my mother and forced Father to his death.”