That old man Wu Xian had a knack for bringing death to his children.
Before the two countries went to war, his two legitimate sons had died one after the other in a palace coup.
After the battle lines had been drawn and victory and defeat provisionally decided, two more of his sons died in a palace coup.
Those two were Wu Xian's youngest son and his fifth son.
At first, the Fifth Young Master's death could have come two days later.
As a rebellious minister and traitor who had led troops to attack the palace at night, even if he carried Wu Xian's blood, he would still have been doomed to have his entire family wiped out. Killing him would not tarnish anyone's reputation in the slightest. The Fourth Young Master had been wary of this younger brother from the start. The man had taken the bait!
The two sides fought a fierce battle. The Fifth Young Master had not expected the Fourth Young Master to have so many hidden aces at his side. As the casualties mounted, his elite troops were slaughtered to the last man, their bodies strewn across the long palace avenues. As the mastermind behind the palace coup, he was captured alive and dragged before the Fourth Young Master.
"Fourth Brother? It was you? It really was you, you rebellious minister and traitor!" The moment the brothers met, the Fifth Young Master seized the initiative. His eyes were as sinister as a wolf's; if no one restrained him, he would pounce on his prey the next second and bite through his throat. "You always seemed quiet and harmless, but who knew you had such guile in your bones? You take after that mother of yours, who used her looks to serve men. So you can't