Was there any resentment?
This was a blatant threat!
Yan Weiyi was dead, and Zhang Bo didn't dare to speak the truth. This was equivalent to putting two locks on the Crown Prince, but losing the key. He would have to wear these chains for the rest of his life.
Jing Hua glared at Jing Yi angrily. His words left him in despair.
His eyes were unfocused as he shook his head.
Jing Yi continued, "Now, Imperial Father won't believe you. Nothing you say will change anything."
It felt like he was showing off!
"…"
"The position of Crown Prince was originally yours. You could have just sat and waited for father to pass away. Then, you could have naturally ascended the throne. But you were as stupid as a pig. You were actually stupid enough to besiege the palace and commit regicide.
As he spoke, Jing Yi took two steps closer to him. With a cold, arrogant, and treacherous smile, he continued, "Imperial Brother, don't blame me for being ruthless. After all, since ancient times, the struggle for the throne has always been a contest between the princes. Either you die, or I die. You grew up in the palace and lived too comfortably. But why can't Imperial Brother understand the principle of being vigilant in times of peace?"
Blame me?
Imperial Father has doted on me since I was a child. The ministers surrounded me every day, and the eunuchs and palace maids followed me day and night.
Why the f * ck do I need to be vigilant?!
I'm the Crown Prince!
Jing Hua's body trembled with anger at his words. His lips trembled as he spoke, "Isn't it because of you that I've fallen to such a state today? If you hadn't framed me and that old traitor Pan didn't do this to me, why would I be in this state?"
"You're the one who's stupid. You can't blame others." Jing Yi raised his brows, his tone sarcastic.
"You …"
Jing Hua's chest heaved with anger. His eyes glanced to the side, noticing a sword on the shelf. He quickly pulled it out and thrust it at Jing Yi.
At the same time, he shouted, "I will kill you today!"
What a pity!
He didn't have enough strength!
The tip of the sword was slightly off!
Moreover, his martial arts weren't as good as Jing Yi's. Jing Yi snatched the sword from Jing Hua's hand and threw it to the ground.
Jing Hua was also sent sprawling on the ground, his nose covered in dust.
He cursed in pain, "Jing Yi, I won't let you off!"
Extreme hatred!
Jing Yi smiled as he looked down at Jing Hua. "You're now a dethroned Crown Prince. If I didn't plead with Imperial Father, you'd already be dead. However, there's no difference between you being dead now. In any case, you can either wait for your death in the East Palace, or be banished from the palace by Imperial Father to live and die on your own."
His tone was extremely sinister.
Jing Hua retorted, "Don't celebrate too early. As long as I'm not dead, as long as Imperial Father is still alive, I will be the Crown Prince one day. When that time comes, I will kill you with my own hands."
"Let's see if you can live to see that day!"
With a flick of his sleeves, Jing Yi stepped over Jing Hua's body and walked towards the door. The sharp-eyed guard outside opened the door.
Jing Yi stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at the battered and exhausted Jing Hua.
He said, "Imperial Brother, today I will teach you a lesson. In this world, aside from yourself, you can't even trust the people closest to you. Even someone who is willing to die for you is not worthy of your trust."
Therefore, he didn't even believe his own mother!
After he finished speaking, he flung his loose robe and left …
The door was locked once again.
Jing Hua lay motionless on the ground.
Not long after Jing Yi left, Jing Rong was released from the prison.
The first thing he did after he was released was not to look for Ji Yunshu, but to go back to Prince Rong's estate to freshen up before heading to the palace.
Unlike his usual calm and easygoing appearance, Jing Rong's cold and handsome face carried an oppressive aura. The cold aura reflected from his eyes was like a sharp sword.
A dark green brocade robe draped over his body made his tall and straight body look even more dignified. A pair of boots trimmed with silver thread stepped on the top quality jade porcelain board, making the clanking sound as he quickly arrived at Fuyang Hall.
He stood outside the door of the inner chambers.
His eyes were calm as he looked at the door in front of him.
He didn't move at all!
He stood there for the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
Until …
Someone inside opened the door and two guards came out with their heads lowered. They stood on both sides of the door. Zhang Quan also came out from inside.
"Prince Rong, His Majesty is waiting for you inside."
Jing Rong nodded lightly and went inside.
Inside, Qi Zhen Emperor was already awake. He was sitting on the bed, dressed in a yellow nightgown with a silk robe draped over his shoulders. He coughed a few times with his clenched fist pressed against his lips.
Jing Rong walked in front of him, cupped his hands and bowed.
Silence!
Qi Zhen Emperor sized him up and asked, "How was your stay in prison these few days?"
"Very good!"
"Did you suffer any injustice?"
"No!"
"Then do you hate us?"
"Son doesn't dare!"
"Don't dare? Is that still hate? "Qi Zhen Emperor asked.
Jing Rong's expression didn't change in the slightest. He coldly replied, "How could Son dare to hate Imperial Father for letting Son out? Naturally, I only have gratitude. "
Very obedient!
But his tone was as cold as ice in winter.
Qi Zhen Emperor looked at him. This son of his had respected him since he was young. Although they were father and son in name, it was clear that they were behaving like the Emperor and his subjects.
He sighed, "The hate we are talking about is not this kind of hate."
Oh?
What kind of hate was that?
Jing Rong actually somewhat understood what he meant.
"Back then, your Imperial Mother made a mistake. She felt guilty and ashamed, so she ended her own life. We also felt uncomfortable about this matter. We also know what you are thinking. After all, she was your Imperial Mother."
That year, Jing Rong's Imperial Mother poisoned the child in Empress Xuanshu's womb and was imprisoned in the Cold Palace. The next day, she went crazy and committed suicide.
This was not only a thorn in Qi Zhen Emperor's heart, but also a thorn in Jing Rong's!
Qi Zhen Emperor hadn't mentioned Jing Rong's Imperial Mother for many years. Now that he brought it up, he felt a little emotional.
Jing Rong said, "Imperial Mother made a mistake that year, and she deserved to bear the consequences. Son understands this and does not dare to resent her."
"Really?"
"Son's every word is true."
What he said was true. He had never held a grudge. It was just that this incident was a scar that he was hiding, and he did not want to expose it.
Qi Zhen Emperor didn't continue this topic.
He only said, "The matter at Chengqing Hall has been clarified. It has nothing to do with you. Locking you in the imperial prison was Jing Yi's last resort. We will not wrong you."
Why? Is he trying to make up for it?
Are you going to give the empire to Jing Rong?
But these words didn't move Jing Rong in the slightest.
Qi Zhen Emperor continued, "Now that Jing Hua has been deposed, the position of Crown Prince cannot be left vacant. Someone has to sit on it. We are old and will die sooner or later. The empire has to be handed over."
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