"Feng'er, your temperament is violent and irritable, cruel and bloodthirsty, you can't be a good king."
"..."
"If you ascend the throne, you will only become a notorious tyrant!"
"..."
"Don't even think about this throne in your life. I will never pass it on to you. In this world, I will never hand it over to you!"
Zhu Feng clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly slammed the table forcefully. The table case was smashed into pieces by him, and it fell apart with a crash.
He Yi took a step forward: "Your Highness!"
The splintered sawdust scraped across the back of his hand, leaving a long bloody gash, but Zhu Feng still clenched his fist tightly, making the wound bigger and bigger, and the blood flowed down his hand drop by drop , dripping on the cold ground.
He Yi frowned, but stopped talking.
He knows King Yan's inner demons. Over the years, King Yan has never been able to get rid of his inner demons. This is whether he behaves like a virtuous king who is a virtuous and corporal, or takes the lead on the battlefield and fights desperately until his body is covered with wounds and bleeding. One place, also can't get rid of.
In the empty hall, there was still that loud bang.
But what Zhu Feng heard in his ears was still his father, the emperor Taizu scolded coldly—
"If you ascend the throne, you will only become a notorious tyrant!"
"You don't want to think about this throne for the rest of your life!"
"I will never pass the position to you, and I will never hand over this world to you!"
He frowned, and covered his ears with both hands, but these voices seemed to come from the bottom of his heart instead of his ears. No matter how hard he struggled, these voices were like invisible knives, piercing in his heart.
These voices drove him almost crazy.
At this moment, he heard a very delicate voice suddenly sounded out of these chaotic voices——
"Whether His Highness will be a tyrant or not depends on how His Highness behaves."
"If your Highness thinks I'm wrong, it's fine to kill me."
"But the notoriety of a tyrant, no matter how many people you kill, you can't get rid of it!"
He looked up sharply.
That woman, that woman named Si Nanyan!
The next moment, Zhu Feng kicked open the gate of Huagai Palace, and walked out without looking back.
He Yi also chased after him at first, but seeing the direction Zhu Feng was going in, he suddenly wanted to understand why he was coming, so he stopped and turned back to call someone: "Follow the prince immediately."
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Another day passed and still no one came.
Nan Yan was almost so hungry that she fell into a semi-consciousness, and she was about to fall asleep at any moment, but she persisted, gnashing her teeth, and kept knocking on the door with the last bit of strength, trying to make a little movement. Muttering: "Help... help... help..."
In the end, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. Leaning against the door, with the last bit of consciousness, she gently bumped her forehead against the door panel, and whispered softly, "Help..."
The light in front of my eyes was almost gone.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.
Immediately, the door was opened.
The last bit of Nanyan's consciousness was blown away by the gust of wind that came in after the door was opened, and she fell down limply.