"Impossible!" Ji Mingyu blurted out, "The Imperial Uncle was entrusted by Father to manage state affairs; he would never condone such..."
"Would never condone fratricide?" Ji Mingyuan interrupted him, his smile becoming meaningful, "Third Brother, think about it—why has Father remained undecided about the heir to the throne? Was it truly difficult for him to choose before he fell into a coma?"
Ji Mingyuan continued, "What Father wanted to see is precisely this scene. What the Imperial Uncle wanted to see is precisely this scene. This throne is not something given by charity, not recommended by ministers, and certainly not judged by virtue and talent!!!"
He widened his eyes, bloodshot with veins, staring directly at Ji Mingyu, his pupils burning with a fiery blaze: "This throne must be fought for! Must be killed for! Must be paved with a road of blood!"
