"That's because I'm not the one who sits on the throne! How do you know that I can't do it! I just hate them, mother and son. I hate them for taking my throne and my wife. I want all these things that belong to me. Take them all back! Chu Shaobai, if you are still my biological brother, don’t stop me, just stand with me! Have you forgotten where our father is now? He is now the leader of the Eastern Qin Kingdom. In prison, he is living a life that is worse than death! But what about Chu Mochuan? Has he ever thought about sending troops to the Eastern Qin Dynasty for so many years? Has he ever thought about saving our father and returning home? Never! Because he is afraid that his father will take away his throne when he returns to the country! "
Chu Shaoyang panted hard, like an angry lion.
He roared louder and louder, and he roared desperately.
These words had been pressing in his heart for ten years, so heavy that he almost suffocated.
Chu Shaobai's lips moved, wanting to refute his words, but he didn't know how to refute.
When he thought of his father, whom he had not seen for ten years, he felt a burst of sadness and guilt in his heart. He lived a well-fed life in Kyoto, but where was his father? But he became a prisoner of another country's subordinates. He didn't even know whether his father was alive or dead.
He assisted the emperor wholeheartedly, hoping to make Western Chu stronger and stronger, then defeat Eastern Qin and rescue his father's return to the country.
But ten years have passed, and he still can't see a glimmer of hope. Dong Qin is getting stronger day by day, while Xi Chu is swaying in the wind and rain, and may be swallowed up by Dong Qin at any time.
Saving his father and returning home has become a vague and unattainable dream.
Chu Shaobai's eyes heated up and tears burst out of his eyes.
"Third brother, please stop talking. It's not that the emperor doesn't want to save my father, but now is not the time. Compared with Dong Qin's military strength, we are still far inferior. Even if we really send troops, we have no chance of winning! If you say this again Such words are tantamount to plotting to usurp the throne..."
"Haha, plotting to usurp the throne? Whose dynasty do I seek! Whose throne do I seek? It's obviously Chu Mochuan who plotted my dynasty and usurped my throne. I just want to get everything that belongs to me back!" Chu Shaoyang yelled with a roar.
"Third brother, please keep your voice down. Even if this is your palace, there is no guarantee that walls will not have ears. If such words reach the ears of the emperor, will you still be alive?"
"What am I afraid of? I have nothing now, the throne, the princess... all I have left now is this life. If Chu Mochuan wants it, he can take it away at any time!"
"Third brother, you..."
Chu Shaobai looked at Chu Shaoyang who was in a state of madness. He didn't know how to wake him up. Suddenly his ears moved and he seemed to hear the sound of falling leaves blown by the wind.
Although the sound was very slight, when it fell on the ears of people with strong martial arts skills like Chu Shaobai, they could immediately tell that this was not fallen leaves at all, but a master with excellent light skills.
"who is it!"
Chu Shaobai looked stern and untied Chu Shaoyang's acupuncture points without thinking.
He instinctively felt that the person coming must be an enemy, maybe coming to harm his third brother.
Before Chu Shaoyang had time to turn over from the bed, he heard a clear and cold voice outside the window saying:
"it's me."
Upon hearing this familiar voice, the faces of Chu Shaoyang and Chu Shaobai in the room changed drastically.