He knew that every time Qian Jiyun appeared before him, it never boded well.
Just like now, with Qian Jiyun's appearance, the trap he had set for his third son, Prince You, had been unraveled.
"Qian Jiyun, why must you always ruin my plans?!" he roared in anger.
Why did Qian Jiyun help his third son? Why wouldn't this man stand by his side? He was the Emperor of Daqing Kingdom, the master of the Daqing Kingdom, was he not?
Why did everyone side with his third son, leaving him, the mighty Emperor, isolated on the opposite side?
"A good deed?"
Qian Jiyun knitted his brows and looked at the old emperor with a cold sneer.
"Do you call killing your own great-uncle a good deed? Or is sending someone to poison the army at the border your idea of a good deed? You dog of an Emperor, just how selfish and cruel must you be to devise such malicious schemes?"
"How did you know?"
