"Stop, Dai Yao. Only the victor in the struggle for the throne has the right to deal with the Second Prince."
"As long as you obtain the throne, you can take whatever revenge you want on the two of them."
Dai Yao recognized it as Fifth Elder's voice.
He glanced at Fifth Elder on the platform and had no intention of paying him any mind.
If he had been the one to lose today, he believed Fifth Elder would have stopped Dai Yaming too. After all, in Fifth Elder's heart, the clan's rules were more important than anything.
But why should he stop? Because of those inhuman, rotten clan rules? What bullshit rules! He was a normal person, not some masochist. In the struggle for the throne, he had been at an absolute disadvantage from the very beginning.
Not only was he the youngest, his mother was dead too. In other words, he had to face three princes all on his own.
And what about the clan? Had it ever upheld the rules of competition? When he had been in the Cold Palace, when those eunuchs had bullied him, where had the clan been? Not long ago, even one of the Second Prince's subordinates had dared to insult him as he pleased.
On what grounds? Had the clan ever cared? You throw out an empty promise that inheriting the throne means ruling everything, without the slightest reward—why should I risk my life for you? You can't even keep your promise of fairness, so why should I be loyal to you! Dai Yao gave a cold snort and ignored Fifth Elder, preparing to keep attacking Dai Yaming.
Fifth Elder's gaze sharpened. "Could that boy Dai Yao actually dare violate the clan rules?"
Beside him, Bishop Ferdinand's eyes showed anticipation. As long