"I am indeed threatening you," said the brother sighing, "When you take my place and the person sitting on the Throne of Thorns is you, you represent this empire and our tribe, and you will lead him to a whole new situation and territory."

"And I hope you can do better than me."

"You can treat this as an unreserved blessing for your younger brother."

The younger brother looked up at the ceiling.

"When you die, I will kill all your children, of course Xiaoqi is included."

"I have hired the most professional group of people to implement this plan, and Xiaoqi's whereabouts have already become clear. I have sufficient evidence to show that he should be in Ye Yecheng now trying to hide in that academy."

"I will abolish the reforms you have made over the years, reorganize the army, advance cooperation with that family, and wait for the arrival of a great battle in the prophecy."

"As you said, we were born to rule this land, even though it was three hundred years late, but it was not too late when everything came to its end."

The brother listened quietly, and even if he said that his younger brother would say something to him that he would be killed, he did not feel any touch.

Because this is the right thing, he wouldn't have any mercy.

It seems that the reason why he is now in this situation is because he has not listened to what his ancestors said.

"Be alert to them," said the brother. "I will never believe in the guys hiding in the stars."

"So they handed me the chips." The younger brother sighed, "Brother, you won't know how many people want you to die, because you're blocking too many people's way."

The brother couldn't help laughing.

"When Xiaoqi left, he said, he would never want to be a person like me."

"Do you know what he called me when he left?"

"I don't know, maybe it's my father?" said the younger brother.

My brother was so laughing that tears were almost coming out.

"He called me a monster."

...

...

The moonlight that night was as bright and clear as mercury.

The long-haired young man stood at the entrance of the palace, looking at the tall shadow in the palace.

"I never want to be someone like you," he said with his head raised.

"What kind of person am I?" the shadow looked at him and said coldly.

"Strong, cold, cruel, and emotional." The boy said calmly: "I have heard someone say that there are only three types of people in this world."

"Men, women, and you."

"From the moment you become the imperial power you represent, you lose your qualifications as a person and become a power machine without emotions. For you, there is no good or evil in this world, only pros and cons."

"Well said it well." Shadow looked at him: "But this is the first time you said this to me."

"Because I had a trace of unrealistic illusion about you, after all, you are my well-deserved father," the boy said calmly: "But I soon knew that I was wrong and that I was very wrong."

"So will you come back?" Shadow asked.

"Maybe, or maybe not." said the boy, "But no matter whether I come back or not, I will never see you again."

"I'm very sorry, but I don't regret it either." He looked up at the other person.

"Bye now."

He reached out and tied up the long golden hair behind him, and cut it with his bare hands.

Golden silks scattered all over the ground.

The young man himself no longer turned around and walked forward.
Chapter completed!