"Why don't you piss a puddle and take a look at yourself? You don't have a shred of an emperor's bearing."
When Xue Pingyuan insulted someone, he spoke his mind without restraint and could infuriate them half to death. Even so, he was still a notch below the Eighth Prince. After all, the Eighth Prince was insolence incarnate; his taunts could anger the dead back to life.
"How dare you!"
The false emperor, chained to an iron pillar, abruptly raised his head. Putting on a ferocious expression, he berated Xue Pingyuan. "Xue Pingyuan, once I get out of here, I will have your entire family executed!"
People who remained unrepentant even at death's door were everywhere, but this was the first time Xue Pingyuan had encountered one so stupid.
Amused, he asked, "Execute my entire family? In what capacity are you speaking to me?"
"And in what capacity are you condemning me? As the emperor? His Majesty is still lying in the palace. Though he remains unconscious, he is the real emperor. You are nothing but an impostor."
"The people who brought you into the palace to impersonate him have already fled. In other words, you're a discarded pawn. They won't come back to save you, much less fight the people and armies of Great Chu for your sake."
The false emperor's face quickly darkened. His body trembled slightly as he shouted, "Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!"
"Everything you're saying is a lie!"
"I don't believe it. I can't believe it..."
As his words faded, the false emperor caught sight of Chu Xuanzhen standing before him with an icy expression. His pupils suddenly contracted violently, as though he had seen something utterly terrifying, and he hastily tried to retreat. But chained to the iron pillar, where could he go?
Chu Xuanzhen