Jin Canghan sneered. "I'm the one who married her, the one who drank the wedding wine with her, and the one who shared her bed. I'm her husband. What gives you the right to fight me for her?"
"You've been pestering her these past few days and getting handsy with her. What exactly are you trying to do?"
"Hmph, what gives me the right?"
Jin Moli let out a cold laugh. "Because I'm the Emperor! The ruler of the Black Obsidian Nation!"
"And you're nothing but a pitiful wretch who can never show his face in the light."
"If Mother hadn't taken pity on you and saved you back then, and if I, your imperial elder brother, hadn't cared about our brotherly bond, do you think you'd still be alive today?"
Jin Canghan didn't want to discuss the past with him. He only wanted to talk about Su Qiao.
He smiled smugly. "So what if you're the Emperor?"
"She likes me. She loves me. I'm also the one she's been searching for all these ten years."
"The one she truly wants to marry is me as well—me, Jin Canghan, not you, Jin Moli!"
"Aren't you in love with that hypocritical woman, Gu Wanting? Haven't you always treasured her? Haven't you always been wary of the Su family and hated Qiao'er? Why are you still fighting me for her?"
Jin Moli stared at him with a dark expression. "I'm the Emperor, and Su Qiao is my Imperial Consort. I don't need to fight you for her. She was mine to begin with."
Jin Canghan met his gaze coldly. "But she likes me. Her body belongs to me, and the child in her womb is mine too! I'm the child's real father!"
"How dare you say that?"
Furious, Jin Moli charged over