"An act?!" Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback, their eyes wide with disbelief.
"Yes, when Xuan Ji approached me back then, I knew she was sent by His Majesty. At the same time, I realized that I had become a threat to His Majesty. At that time, I hadn't figured out how to deal with it, so I pretended not to know and played along with Xuan Ji. Who knew that this act would last for so many years."
King Zhao sighed, then looked at Zhao Yuening and said in an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, Yuening. I lied to you for so long, causing you to search everywhere for a cure for me. You've suffered so much."
Zhao Yuening wiped away her tears and revealed a beautiful smile. "None of that matters. As long as Father is alright, Yuening is content."
"Good... good child!" King Zhao's eyes were also filled with tears. He never expected that his daughter would understand him so well, and he was truly moved.
King Zhao then looked at Su Chen, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "I am deeply grateful for your help, senior!"
Zhao Yuening and the other powerful figures from the Prince Zhao's Residence quickly clasped their hands in gratitude.
"Even without me, you could have resolved this crisis, couldn't you?" Su Chen said calmly, his hands behind his back.
King Zhao smiled slightly and nodded. In fact, he had long anticipated this day would come and had made ample preparations, but he had not expected Su Chen's appearance to disrupt his original plans.
" King Zhao, what should be done with the young master of Linyuan?" someone asked at this moment.
Upon hearing this, King Zhao immediately turned his gaze to Zhao Linyuan, his face expressionless, and remained silent.
"Father, I was wrong. It was Mother who forced me to do this. I had no choice but to betray you. Please forgive me, Father!" Zhao Linyuan trembled with fear, kneeling on the ground, shaking uncontrollably.
"Father?" Upon hearing this address, the King Zhao couldn't help but sneer. "Do you think I don't know that you are the offspring of His Majesty... Zhu Yunchi and that vile woman?"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the Prince Zhao's Residence widened their eyes, as if they had heard a shocking piece of gossip.
Zhao Yuening was also dumbfounded. She never expected that Zhao Linyuan was the child of the Emperor of the Heaven-Burning Imperial Dynasty and Xuan Ji.
Su Chen stared at King Zhao strangely. At this moment, King Zhao's hair no longer appeared black in his eyes, but green. This guy really knows how to endure! He's been cuckolded for so many years, and only now is he admitting it. Ruthless! No wonder he can become a king of a different surname in the Heaven-Burning Imperial Dynasty. Who can compare to his spirit and magnanimity?
Zhao Linyuan's face turned deathly pale, his body drenched in cold sweat, and his heart pounded wildly. "You... how did you know?"
"How I know is no longer important." King Zhao shook his head and said coldly, "Considering that you've pretended to be loyal to me for so many years, I won't kill you myself. Take your own life!"
Zhao Linyuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His head was buzzing, and he was terrified. He frantically begged King Zhao for mercy, trying to get the King Zhao to spare him. However, King Zhao remained expressionless and emotionless throughout his pleas.
Zhao Linyuan was in despair. He understood that the King Zhao would never let him go. Gritting his teeth, he stood up, his gaze fixed on the King Zhao, his expression turning incredibly ferocious. "You want me to commit suicide? Dream on!"
As he spoke, he bit his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dripped it onto the jade in his hand. The moment the blood touched the jade, golden light shone brightly, and the might of the Ancestral Dragon spread out, stirring up endless storms. A dragon's roar resounded through the sky.
A phantom of an Ancestral Dragon gradually coalesced, becoming sentient, and finally solidified into a full-fledged Ancestral Dragon. The Ancestral Dragon dragon was enveloped in divine light, its power soaring to the heavens, terrifying beyond measure. Those who were slightly weaker dared not meet its gaze, their bodies trembling involuntarily, their eyes filled with fear of the Ancestral Dragon.
" Zhu Yunchi actually gave you the essence of an Ancestral Dragon. It seems he loves you quite a bit." King Zhao's expression was icy, his entire being exuding an imposing aura.
Standing atop the Ancestral Dragon's head, his robes fluttering in the wind, Zhao Linyuan exuded an air of great power. Looking down at the King Zhao below, he coldly snorted, "You just wait! Father will not let you off this time. Ancestral Dragon, let's go!"
"Leave? You won't escape today!" King Zhao suddenly soared into the air, his aura Half-Step True God erupting with a deafening roar that directly crushed the aura of the Ancestral Dragon. Then, a black spear appeared in his hand, which he aimed at Zhao Linyuan and hurled away.
The black spear cleaved through space and time, carrying world-destroying power, heading straight for Zhao Linyuan. Zhao Linyuan was terrified, his hair standing on end, and a chill ran down his spine. He hurriedly ordered Ancestral Dragon, "Quickly, block this spear!"
The Ancestral Dragon roared, its sound waves shattering space for millions of miles and creating countless monstrous waves. Then, it swung its massive body and slammed into the black spear. However, the Ancestral Dragon seemed to have underestimated the power of the black spear.
The black spear unleashed boundless power, piercing straight through the head of the Ancestral Dragon. The Ancestral Dragon let out a low roar of resentment, then transformed into specks of starlight and vanished from this world.
Zhao Linyuan plummeted from the sky, but quickly regained his balance. He stared at King Zhao with a terrified expression, his voice trembling, "You... how can you be so strong?"
"You don't really think I've been faking illness all these years and haven't done anything, do you?" King Zhao was too lazy to waste any more words with Zhao Linyuan. With a flick of his wrist, he used his spear to stab him to death, not even giving Zhao Linyuan a chance to beg for mercy.
"Our king has returned!" The people of the Prince Zhao's Residence, their eyes fixed on the King Zhao in the sky, were all in an uproar, each one excited and cheering.
"Father..." Zhao Yuening's eyes were filled with admiration for King Zhao. At this moment, she vowed that she would become someone like her father in the future.
Standing in mid-air, King Zhao let out a long sigh, venting all the pent-up frustration in his heart. Then, he composed himself, vanished from the sky, and reappeared before the crowd, smiling slightly. "How about it? Don't I look as good as ever?"
"Hahaha, that's right, it feels even more awesome than before!" Everyone laughed heartily, their voices filled with excitement.
The group chatted for a long time. Suddenly, Zhao Yuening seemed to remember something and quickly looked towards Su Chen's location. However, Su Chen was no longer there.
Zhao Yuening's heart skipped a beat at that moment. For some reason, a wave of sadness and loss welled up inside her, and her mood plummeted.
"How did you meet that senior?" King Zhao patted Zhao Yuening on the shoulder and asked softly.
Zhao Yuening snapped out of her reverie, thought for a moment, and finally shook her head, saying, "I'd better not say anything. He doesn't like people knowing about him."