Could it be true?
King Jin turned his head to look at the Ducal Residence Master kneeling beside him, his face filled with anger, as if he could strangle the man, glaring at him furiously.
This was once the elder he respected the most, yet now revealed such a disgraceful face.
He snorted coldly and said, "I think you're the one who's gone mad. Insane for the throne."
The onlookers also felt that what King Jin said made some sense. What if he truly harbored ambition to seize the throne? Who wouldn't desire the throne? But to go so far as to plot against the Empress and King Jin for it—that would indeed be too cruel.
The Ducal Residence Master was unmoved. Tears and snot running down his face, he lamented, "Xiaoran, I am your great-grandfather! What nonsense are you spouting? How many days does this old bag of bones have left to live? The Emperor is still in excellent health; he'll surely outlive this decrepit body of mine!"
