The situation in the underground palace was dire, like a branch growing at the edge of a cliff, ready to plunge into the abyss with the boulders at any moment.
Xie Wangqiu gripped Xie Huizhou by the throat, as though the other man's life were in his hands. The satisfaction of that desire for control filled him with boundless delight.
Kill him!
Xie Wangqiu's mind was filled with thoughts of killing the sinister, cunning fellow before him so he could never again draw vulgar Spring Palace Paintings to sully his name!
Killing Xie Huizhou was also for the honor of the family. If he let him keep drawing, he dared not imagine what monstrous shape his reputation would take.
The Imperial Preceptor's prediction that he would become a reviled ruler who lost his empire had already tormented Xie Wangqiu enough.
The thought that many people might later take the Spring Palace Paintings as official history made his vision go dark.
If official history wasn't written properly, people would believe the even wilder unofficial accounts.
For the sake of his reputation, both in life and after death, Xie Wangqiu could no longer allow Xie Huizhou to live.
"Now that you've fallen into my hands, don't even think about leaving this place. Rest in peace right here!"
Xie Wangqiu intended to kill him. He knew the throne he had occupied for less than half a year was about to slip away, and all he wanted was to take more people to the grave with him.
"Even if my death is certain now, I'll still take you with me. At least I won't be lonely on the road to reincarnation."
Xie Huizhou was so hateful, thwarting his plans time and again. Even if he died, he had to take him along.
What could