Kahn's expression changed, and he fell into confusion, murmuring.
"Is this why Father didn't let me become Monarch?"
The more Kahn thought about it, the colder his heart became. He possessed the bloodline of a lower race.
From the day he learned this secret, Kahn felt very inferior.
And this inferiority turned into excessive self-esteem.
Whenever someone insulted the lower race, he would inevitably become heated, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
Lester naturally knew about Kahn's extreme emotions, having talked to him many times, but Kahn could never change.
Kahn was filled with respect for his father, always proud of him.
At this moment, hearing Yang Fei's advice made him feel great pain, regret, and sorrow filling his chest.
Yang Fei looked at his appearance and sighed.
"For the sake of General Laister, I'll suggest to Her Majesty Helen to spare your life, but you might only be imprisoned in Novis for life."
