Hearing the Emperor's words, Liao Ming knew his own father had seen through his thoughts. But the Emperor wanted to protect his son, and as that son, how could he not think the same?
"Father! Please forgive your unfilial son!" Liao Ming kowtowed heavily to the Emperor several times. Before the Emperor could react, he had already appeared behind him. He raised a hand and swept it down, and the Emperor's head tilted to one side as he passed out.
The conversation between father and son had already let the ministers below figure out the truth of the matter. All of them silently watched as Liao Ming knocked the Emperor unconscious, and not a single one stepped forward to stop him.
Liao Ming helped the Emperor lean properly against the dragon throne, then straightened and looked coldly at the ministers below. "Those who wish to leave may go with them to Two Mountains. Preparations have already been made there. It will not be difficult to avoid this disaster."
"Third Prince, please see clearly. How could we be people who flee in the face of battle? Let these old bones of mine contribute what little strength they have for all the living beings under heaven once more! This old minister is willing to remain with Third Prince and stand against the calamity of the Beast Demons."
An old minister whose beard had already turned white, yet whose vigor remained abundant, bowed deeply to Liao Ming.
"We are willing to follow Third Prince and resist the calamity of the Beast Demons together! Third Prince, please grant us this!"
"My Liao Clan is part of the Imperial Clan. There will never be an Emperor who flees in the face of battle! I! Today, I ascend the throne as Emperor! Together with all you