He had nothing now. The only thing he possessed was the throne. He did not want to hand it over so quickly.
Even if he had no authority, he did not want to hand over the throne to others, especially his unfilial third son.
Eldest Brother Yan pursed his lips again and did not say anything.
He had crushed the Luoyang-Shao family's influence in the capital overnight. He did not want to give the Shao family a chance to catch their breath.
The four gates of the capital had been sealed. Although the situation was tense, he did not want news from the capital to reach the Luoyang-Shao family.
After a long time, he asked, "Haven't I always been an unfilial son in your eyes, Father? What's there to repeat?"
"You… You…" The old Emperor panted heavily as he listened to his son.
He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could kill his third son. Yet, in his current situation, he was unable to make any plans or take action.
