Rebel, Prepare to Be Defeated

"Are... are you really Emperor Qi?" Qing Feng couldn't believe it. Could he have been possessed?

Qi Hong shot a cold glance at Qing Feng. "My earlier schemes were all to avenge my mother, to find A'Yuan and give him the best of everything in this world."

He believed that the best thing in the world was power. Back then, his mother had no power and was killed, leading to the forced separation of the two brothers.

However, Mu Nation and Qi Nation had clashed many times, and Qi Hong, along with the White-Browed Priest, had made several attempts on the Ninth Prince's life. At this point, Qing Feng firmly stood his ground, refusing to sympathize with Qi Hong. He retorted, "Even if you want to give him something, you should ask if the Fifth Young Master even wants it. Your things... who knows how many lives they've cost, they're tainted with blood. Aren't you afraid of dirtying his hands?"

Qi Hong was so enraged he nearly strangled Qing Feng on the spot.