"Impossible!" Feng Wuya immediately denied.
Prince No. 4 could not possibly be the son of Yexuan, absolutely not!
They were all the sons of the Emperor!
If Prince No. 4 were the son of Yexuan, doesn't that mean everything he's doing now is to plot a coup for the throne?
He couldn't believe it; Prince No. 4 would never do such a thing.
But if the throne was indeed snatched by the Emperor from the hands of Yexuan, and if Yexuan was truly killed by the Emperor...
Feng Wuya's heart ached, a sharp pain.
This pain was different from the ones he experienced during his previous palpitations.
This pain was one of helplessness, despair, and frustration.
But he didn't know for whom.
His heart ached, perhaps, for Prince No. 4.
If he really was the son of Yexuan, how lamentable his life must be.
Would he really take the life of the Emperor who raised him for years to avenge his biological father?
