Ji Zhui hurriedly released his grasp and continuously retreated. He dared not look at Emperor He but instead obsessively stared at the blood on his fingertips.
So glaringly red.
Yet he remembered, every time he angered Emperor He, it resulted in either beatings or scolding.
He was the Crown Prince.
Destined by noble fate to become the Emperor.
Yet Emperor He always whispered in his ear that he was not as good as Ji Teng. After Ji Teng was sent away, it became that he was not as good as Ji Wang.
How could he not feel resentful after hearing that so often?
Emperor He never saw him. He doted on Princess Consort Jing and even kept Ji Wang at his side to carefully guide him. Yet what of it, Ji Wang still rebelled.
Was this not just to save his own life?
Ji Zhui, trembling, lifted his hand to his nose and shudderingly sniffed. He had killed people before, but this was the first time he had killed a close relative.
It wasn't that hard.
