Xu Le had always thought that other than the few people in the Lees of Philadelphia, no one in this world knew about the relationship between him and Feng Yu. Who would have thought that in the Empire countless light years away from his homeland, the Emperor in front of him could reveal so many secrets with just one sentence?
Huai Cao Shi, who was standing beside the golden sunflower screen, and the white-haired aristocrat in front of the soft couch had a bigger reaction than him. After hearing the name Nasri, Huai Cao Shi, who had always been calm, raised her head in shock. The aristocrat's eyebrows were raised extremely high, and then quickly fell.
The Empire's military minister, Prince Berowu, was the Emperor's brother. The disputes between the royal family and Master Fan's manor were not secrets to him. He knew very well what the name Nasri meant to the Emperor. While he was shocked by the relationship between this Federation soldier and Nasri, he also thought sadly that since the Emperor let him hear these things, he had probably already made a decision in his heart.
Emperor Huai Fuchai slowly stood up, his long robe pouring down like flowing clouds. He ignored the shock of the three people in the room and looked at Prince Berowu expressionlessly. "I originally didn't need to explain Kaedun's death to you, but I didn't think that you would be so stupid. You all always said that no one in this world could kill Kaedun under such circumstances, so his death must be my scheme, Huai Caoshi's decision. But now, Nasri's descendant has personally admitted that he killed Kaedun. Do you have any new doubts? "
Prince Berowu was silent for a long time. Finally, he no longer humbly bent his body and slowly stood up straight. His back was as straight as a pine tree. He looked at Huai Fuchai and said calmly, "Actually, I really don't need to explain. You should know very well that I have always been afraid of you. Kaedun's death made my fear into rare courage. But I really didn't think that Nasri was actually still alive, and actually had a son. "
"There are many things in this world that people can't imagine," Huai Fuchai replied coldly.
Prince Berowu smiled bitterly and said, "In the end, you just want to convince me."
"You can rebel against me and try to overthrow my rule. In fact, ever since Father chose me as the crown prince, you have been doing this for decades."
Huai Fu Chai put his hands behind his back, his gaze distant as he gazed at the distant clouds. He said slowly, "But I find it very difficult to accept that you would act because of such a stupid reason. I am even more unwilling to bear moral responsibility for something I have never done."
Prince Berowsky didn't answer anything. He silently tidied up his clothes and then walked to the railing.
At the end of the railing, several soldiers were waiting to arrest the mastermind behind the noble's rebellion.
Prince Bo Wu smiled and touched the railing with his wrinkled hand. Then, he shook his head and fell down into the sunset.
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Huai Fuchai coldly looked at this scene. Seeing his own brother commit suicide by jumping off a building, his expression didn't change at all. Only his eyes that seemed to be able to see through the clouds looked down, as if he was chasing after the figure in the air.
The tightly bound Xu Le silently watched all of this. He knew that he had personally witnessed a page of the history of the empire. He didn't know what the truth of this noble's rebellion was, what kind of dangerous assassination the Emperor encountered, what kind of valiant suppression of the rebellion, who that old noble was, but he could guess that with the death of that noble, this rebellion finally came to an end.
The Emperor probably tied him up and brought him into the palace to make these rebellious nobles believe that he had nothing to do with Kaedun's death. Xu Le pondered in silence, but he was startled by the burning gaze of the two people. He thought of that question again. From that sentence, it was obvious that the emperor knew the uncle. Could it be that the uncle was really a traitor?
He looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Can I know who Nasri is?"
The Emperor didn't answer his question. Instead, he looked at his face with a complicated expression and asked, "Where is he now?"
"He's already dead." Xu Le replied.
The Emperor was silent for a long time. He waved his sleeve as if to drive away an extremely unpleasant memory and a green fly. He said, "This kind of person should have died long ago."
"How do you know my relationship with him?"
Xu Le suddenly thought of a very fatal problem. If the Imperial Family knew Feng Yu's ability very well and knew that he had the means to take out the chip behind his neck, then how could they not guard against his escape?
"Li Pifu, this kind of person, will not have an illegitimate child." Huai Fuchai said indifferently, "And you are also a person of the Federation who knows Eight Rice, so you are naturally Nasri's son."
Thinking of the conversation between the Emperor and the nobleman, Xu Le felt more and more strange. Why did the people of the Empire insist that he was Feng Yu's son and not a student? Could it be that, as Huai Caoshi had once said, this strange thing called Eight Rice Zhenqi was really a boring existence of blood theory?
"This is a very simple inference. What is very interesting is that in the entire universe, there are probably only a few people who can infer it." Huai Fuchai's face was cold and did not appear to be interested. "Now my question is, since he is dead, who should I vent the anger that has been accumulating for more than twenty years?"
A wind came from outside the building, not fierce, not gentle, just cold, such was the atmosphere of the scene.
Standing by the screen, Huai Caoshi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and looked at his father. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but in the end, his lips were tightly pressed together and he did not say a word.
"I don't know what happened back then." Xu Le did not explain to the other the true relationship between himself and Feng Yu. He looked at the Emperor and narrowed his eyes. "As for what you think, it does not have much to do with me. Right now, I am only one of your captives."
Huai Fuchai held his hands behind his back and stood silently for a long time, as if he did not hear what he was saying. Then he slowly lowered his body and picked up the old rattan at his feet.
The rattan was held tightly, and there were faint traces of old black blood on it.
The rattan fell heavily. It did not dance like a flower, but viciously split open the air and then tore at the bandages and restraints on Xu Le's body. It tore at his flesh, carrying endless resentment and anger, venting the hatred of a monarch that came from who knew where.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
There were countless small metal hooks hidden in the rattan. Each swing was like the terrifying kiss of a tiger's tongue, scraping off a thin layer of flesh, causing extreme pain.
Huai Fuchai silently and forcefully swung the rattan like a calm madman, whipping the completely paralyzed young man. The sound of wind breaking and the sound of cloth being rolled up mixed together in the palace.
Xu Le's face was abnormally pale, his eyes abnormally bright. Paralyzed, he should not have felt pain, but this kind of humiliating torture seemed to hurt his heart.
The wind whistled past, and a miserable wound appeared on his chin.
He did not close his eyes. His bright eyes were round with anger as he stared at the crazy monarch in front of him. He spat out blood and roared, "I'll fuck your mother!"
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(Missing six chapters and 2,000 words.
Because his father was also reading, he originally did not want to explain, but thinking of the resentment of the people, he had to explain. At night, when I was picking up the leader from work, there was a traffic accident. I was fine, but the three-wheeled motorcycle was not. I was tossed around in the hospital and the traffic police for too long, and only returned home late at night.
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