Although Wu Zhou shouted "Father", there was no trace of respect in his tone, but instead it was filled with naked ridicule and disgust.
When the emperor saw this, he showed a look of fear.
He had already guessed what Wu Zhou was going to do, so he subconsciously wanted to step back, but the effect of Soul-Severing Incense took effect too quickly. The emperor only felt weak in his limbs and had a splitting headache.
Wu Zhou looked at him condescendingly, then scratched his neck with a sharp blade. "I remember what I said..."
The young man with handsome eyebrows raised his lips slightly and said word by word, "I will make you pay with blood."
"Crazy!"
The emperor was so frightened that he lost his voice. "You are simply a madman!"
"Crazy?"
Wu Zhou repeated these two words nonchalantly, and the smile at the end of his eyes deepened, "It's a good adjective."
"You... you are simply..."
For the first time, the emperor felt that death was so close to him.
He looked at Wu Zhou who had lost his mind, and his voice trembled violently. "You... you are regicide... if this kind of thing spreads... you will be cast aside by future generations..."
Wu Zhou didn't say anything, just looked at the emperor.
The emperor thought that his words had an effect. He no longer cared about his own face, and prayed. "As long as you are willing to let me go... I will now pass the throne to you... so that you can inherit the throne legitimately... and no one will dare to gossip about you..."
Wu Zhou looked at his appearance and said in a confused tone, "Do you know what my mother-in-law likes the most?"
Unexpectedly, he would hear this name from Wu Zhou's mouth. The emperor's thoughts paused for a few seconds. "She likes..."
Wu Zhou waited for a minute, but did not wait for the next text.
There was no smile on his face, "As a husband, you can't remember what your wife likes; as a father, you don't care about the safety of your children; as a king, you don't care about the overall situation and sacrifice loyal soldiers for the country for your own selfish desires. Is there any need for people like you to survive?"
Wu Zhou put the sharp dagger against his neck and gradually penetrated deeper, watching the bright red blood dripping on the ground. His expression did not change at all until the emperor tried his best to say, "Chu...Chu Ci..."
Hearing the words "Chu Ci", Wu Zhou's fingers trembled slightly, and he subconsciously stopped what he was doing. "Do you know anything else?"
"Cough cough cough..."
The sharp dagger was freed from his neck, and the emperor coughed violently. "Cough cough cough..."
Large areas of bright red blood spurted onto the ground, and the emperor's lips turned pale, as if he would faint in the next second.
Wu Zhou ignored the emperor's injury and suddenly grabbed his collar, with an anxious voice. "What's wrong, Master? Do you know how to revive?"
"No... don't know..."
The emperor was so tortured by him that he wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and spoke intermittently, "But... who... who doesn't know... the God of War Chu Ci is famous for being loyal and patriotic... if you really take on the title of 'regicide'... do you think Chu Ci will still recognize you as his apprentice?"
This sentence is much more useful than "throne".
Wu Zhou indeed had a hesitant look on his face.
"If you... you really resurrected Chu Ci... he learned about the regicide... can you still be like before... if you didn't resurrect Chu Ci... if we meet in hell in the future, do you... do you think he will forgive you?"
As soon as the emperor opened his mouth, a stinging pain came from his neck.
But he no longer cares about so much. Finding a way to save his life is the most important thing now.
Seeing that Wu Zhou's expression relaxed, he continued, "You are... ahem...Chu Ci's only disciple... Although he is dead... he is still a respected god of war... the people respect him and love him... Do you want him to follow you and bear the charge of 'regicide'..."
Wu Zhou was slightly startled.
The dagger in his hand also fell to the ground.
Chu Ci raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this scene.
The reason why the emperor was able to secure this position was that he was indeed quite capable. At least he had achieved great proficiency in perceiving people's hearts and observing their emotions.
However, the emperor made a mistake in saying something. The title of "Loyalty to the Emperor and Patriotism" was not important to him. He did not stay on the battlefield for so many years for the so-called "God of War" title. He simply hoped that there would be no more wars in the world and that the people could live and work in peace and contentment without suffering the ravages of war.
That's all.
Wu Zhou has followed him for so long, so he should know him well.
He didn't care about the so-called "reputation", and the emperor was indeed unworthy of his role. Chu Ci In the past, he only knew that the emperor was a drunkard, fatuous and incompetent emperor, but he didn't know that the emperor could be such a fool in the face of national affairs.
Thinking of his brothers who died on the battlefield, Chu Ci's fingers hanging by his side clenched tightly into fists.
Regicide?
If he had known that the emperor had leaked the plan, the first thing he would do when he came back would be to kill him for revenge.
Having said that, Chu Ci does not want Wu Zhou to do this.
Wu Zhou still has the title of "His Royal Highness" after all, and in the eyes of outsiders, he and the emperor are biological father and son.
"Regicide" will only carry the charge of "disloyalty", but Wu Zhou's father-killing will also carry the charge of "unfilial piety".
Disloyalty and unfilial piety.
Chu Ci does not want these two words to be related to Wu Zhou.
When the emperor saw Wu Zhou's dagger falling on the ground, he thought it was his opportunity, "I know you respect your master the most... let's do this... I will not only abdicate to you... but also posthumously make Chu Ci the national protector general... As long as you are willing... I can write an abdication edict now..."
The word "book" was not finished.
The emperor opened his eyes in disbelief. "You..."
It's a pity that he can no longer say the next words.
The sharp dagger grazed the emperor's neck. Wu Zhou did not leave any room this time, but chose to seal his throat with a knife.
Looking at the dead emperor, Wu Zhou wiped the blood on the dagger casually.
"Here comes someone."
He shouted nonchalantly toward the outside.
The palace attendants who came after hearing the sound almost fell to the ground when they saw the scene in front of them. Their bodies were shaking violently, and their voices were intermittent. "Your Highness... Your Highness..."
"Hmm."
Wu Zhou responded indifferently. He raised his eyes and looked at the palace attendant at the front. "I remember that you spent the longest time with my father. Did he suffer from an incurable disease some time ago?"
After serving the emperor for so long, how could the palace people not know the current situation?
After the emperor dies, the person who inherits the throne is Wu Zhou.
The palace man's nervous voice was trembling, and he stuttered, "Yes... the late emperor is indeed... indeed seriously ill... the imperial doctor said he will not die soon..."