Qin Jiyan looked at Jing Yan carefully and said unceremoniously: "Selfish, ego. I think the whole world is sorry for you, and I have been blinded by hatred."
"Don't want the throne? Are you giving up the country for the sake of beauty? Do you think you can protect Qiancheng without the throne? Do you think that even if you are not the emperor, Qiancheng still belongs to you?" Jing Yan looked at Qin Ji with a mocking look on his face. He said, not believing Qin Jiyan's words at all, "Qin Jiyan, you are really ridiculous."
This is Jing Yan's true emotion.
"So, you are using your throne to tempt me to surrender and give up revenge?" Jing Yan remained unmoved, but Leng Ao's face returned to its original gentleness and calmness.
Yes, his father, his grandfather, his mother, brothers and sisters all told him before they died that he should live well and not take revenge, but...
"These... are of no use to me." Qin Jiyan unhurriedly pulled out the sword from his waist, unfolded it with a swipe, and pointed the tip of the sword at Jing Yan, "Where is the remaining gold? How many people do you still have in your hands? Hand it over and I will let you live."
The voice was mechanical and dull, without a trace of emotion, as if he was talking about someone else's business.
"Your Highness, Grandson of the Emperor, I'm sorry." Jing Yan's voice was clear and clear, but there was no hint of sadness.
Others didn't know, but he knew how much Qin Jiyan had done for the throne.
"I know how someone like you could be trapped by the affair of your children." Qin Jiyan stood there without moving.
"What you want is the throne?" Qin Jiyan frowned, obviously not believing what Jing Yan said.
Can you imagine how terrifying it would be if this arrow hit Qin Jiyan's head
Jing Yan sneered, with indescribable arrogance, "What's wrong with someone like me?"
"Whether it is day or night, as long as I close my eyes, I will see the scene of my relatives being slaughtered. They said to me in hell: Jing Yan, save me. Qin Jiyan, what do you want to do?"
One second, Jing Yan was still feeling sorry for himself, but the next second, Jing Yan suddenly changed his face...
Qin Jiyan slapped the table with his palm, and there was a loud "bang" sound. The solid wood table between the two of them flipped over instantly, and the tabletop flew towards Jing Yan, just in time to block the flying sleeve arrows.
"So, you moved away the money from the treasury and led Northern Qi and Xihu to attack Da Qin at the same time, leaving Da Qin vulnerable to enemies from both sides?" Qin Ji nodded clearly, but, "What good does this do to you? Da Qin is destroyed, and you What benefits can be gained?”
Who does Qin Jiyan think he is
The cold long sword shone brightly in the reflection under the moonlight, making Jing Yan's face look even more murderous.
After missing a single blow, Jing Yan didn't hesitate to fight. As soon as he moved, he had retreated dozens of meters. He didn't know when he was holding a long sword in his hand.
"No, you are the one who is ridiculous." Qin Jiyan still had a cold face, without any emotion, "Do you think that after sitting on the throne, you can do whatever you want? Jing Yan, the emperor is not as free as you think. As for Qian and I, You don’t have to worry about the city’s affairs.”
"Qin Jiyan, you are not me, don't impose your noble character on me." Jing Yan made no secret of his contempt and disdain for Qin Jiyan. Seeing that Qin Jiyan was unmoved, Jing Yan said again: "Qin Jiyan, I'm not you. I can't call my father-killing and mother-killing enemies grandpa, let alone greet them with a smile. If I were you, I would kill him, kill that murderer. The one who ruined my family."
"What are you trying to convince me? Let go of your hatred? Our family has never planned to take revenge or seize the throne. It is your grandpa who refuses to let us go. There are 366 people in Mocun, including those who were born less than one month ago. My children, they died tragically in front of me one by one, Qin Jiyan, you said... if it were you, what would you do?" No one is born to like a life of hatred, and no one wants to bear the shackles of hatred.
"It seems that none of us can convince the other." We also hate each other.
Jing Yan shook his head without hesitation: "No... what I want is for the Qin Dynasty to collapse."
"It's high-sounding. Compared with me, what you have done is even worse." Jing Yan was not instigated by Qin Jiyan. He and Qin Jiyan were both determined people, and determined people are in some respects. Shown as stubbornness, or paranoia, what they believe in will definitely come to an end.
Everything that happened just now was just a show to make Qin Jiyan lower his guard.
So what about the emperor? Qin Jiyan just can't become emperor. With the power he holds now, even the emperor can't touch him in the slightest.
If it weren't for the long sword lying between them, I would have thought the two were chatting, and the atmosphere was damn good...
Jing Yan put away his warmth and said with murderous intent: "Qin Jiyan, are you going to go up, or are you going to go up together?"
"Pa..." The short arrow shot on the tabletop, directly piercing the tabletop that was several meters thick.
The descendants of Prince Zhaoren should have enjoyed the wealth and honor of the world.
"Restore my original identity? What? You want to give me the throne?" Jing Yan asked mockingly.
"Whoosh..." A silver sleeve arrow shot towards Qin Jiyan's face without any warning.
He didn't believe that Qin Jiyan would give him the throne that he had sacrificed so much for.
Judging from Jing Yan's behavior after entering Beijing, Qin Jiyan did not think that Jing Yan aspired to the throne.
"I am happy! No matter how the country is, I will destroy it easily. I want your lineage to become the sinners of the Qin Dynasty. Your names will always be engraved on the pillar of shame in history. In the future, when someone mentions you, you will only be infamous." Jing Yan smiled arrogantly, and exuded confidence and cold arrogance. Even Qin Jiyan had to say that he was an extraordinary person.
"You are blinded by hatred, are you talking about yourself? You hate the grandfather who killed your parents!" Jing Yan deliberately provoked Qin Jiyan's hatred for the old emperor, but unfortunately Qin Jiyan was not fooled: "I am not you, I will not do anything that goes against my heart for revenge."
"I can take the throne, but the country of Great Qin must not be destroyed in my hands." He has never had ambitions for the throne.
"Jing Yan, you're fine!" Qin Jiyan's reaction was extremely fast. Jing Yan's self-pity did not make Qin Jiyan soft-hearted. When Jing Yan moved, Qin Jiyan noticed it.
A three-year-old? So easy to deceive.
Besides, does Qin Jiyan want it for him? Think of him as Jing Yan, someone who just picks up things that others don’t want!
"Hahaha... Qin Jiyan, I'm not a fool. If I hand over my trump card to you, can I still survive?" It was obvious that Jing Yan didn't believe Qin Jiyan. He had endured until now just because he didn't want Qin to let him go. Jiyan knew his trump card, so how could it be exposed by Qin Jiyan's two words.
"I can do what I say. I don't want your life, I will restore your original identity." Qin Jiyan didn't care whether Jing Yanxiang believed it or not, he solemnly made his promise.
Jing Yan's voice was full of temptation, like a demon that lures people to hell. People who were not determined enough would most likely be affected by him, but Qin Jiyan was not.
The sword in Jing Yan's hand was pointed at Qin Jiyan, but he did not move. He just said indifferently what he never said in front of others.
But…