Su Yu could tell that Zhu Mingyuan understood his meaning. He tapped the table and continued:
"Besides, Uncle Zhu, don't you want the Zhu Family to take that seat?"
Su Yu's words were like a stone tossed into boiling water, instantly setting Zhu Mingyuan's heart seething.
His fingers suddenly tightened, making his teacup tremble. A few drops of warm tea splashed onto the back of his hand, yet he did not even feel the heat.
"After all, the Star Luo Empire was won through the bloody battles fought by the ancestors of both the Zhu Family and the Dai Family!"
"Why, after a thousand years, should the Dai Family sit on that dragon throne, moving the pieces?"
"While the Zhu Family, who founded the Star Luo Empire alongside them, are reduced to pieces on the board, at the mercy of others?"
He fixed a burning gaze on Zhu Mingyuan, his tone questioning:
"Uncle Zhu, search your conscience and tell me-am I wrong?"
Zhu Mingyuan abruptly clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening from the force.
Indeed, their ancestors had lived and died together back then. Why should the Dai Family rule the realm while the Zhu Family had to live at their mercy?
Over the years, he had watched the Dai Family nibble away at the Zhu Family's power, watched the Star Crown Sect throw its weight around. The resentment in his heart had long since piled into a mountain.
"You..."
Zhu Mingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to say something, but a surge of emotion choked his chest.
Seeing that he was moved, Su Yu softened his tone, though every word still rang with force:
"Uncle Zhu, the Zhu Family has military authority and firm foundations. All you lack is an opportunity and the resolve to smash your cauldrons and