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Whoosh!
Blood splattered from the blade.
"Ah, he's committed regicide!"
A noblewoman, pale with fright, stood up to run, but before she could take a few steps, she was impaled through the heart by Lin Baici's thrown sword and pinned to the ground.
"???"
Zhuang Du was dumbfounded. What was going on?
Had this guy not fallen into a dream?
If not, why would he refuse when he could simply agree and ascend to the throne?
Does he have some sort of illness?
Or a serious one at that.
"What I want, I'll take it myself. I don't need you to give it to me!"
Lin Baici's gaze was icy as he swept it over the noble guests and turned towards the old King, "Bring him to the guillotine, hang him to death!"
"..."
Zhuang Du was stunned.
A rebel!
This guy was definitely a rebel.
It wasn't just a figurative stubborn streak; his whole body was rebellious.
Damn!
