5097

Chapter 5097: 5.0849 Heart-Stab

"Zhu Fei! It was Zhu Fei!! It was him, he betrayed me!" Prince Fulin slammed the large iron door, teetering on the edge of madness.

It was Zhu Fei, Zhu Fei betrayed him. He never would have thought that the person he rescued and cultivated, the one he planned to adopt as his godson, the one who stayed with him until the very end, was the one who betrayed him most deeply.

Haha, hahahaha, how utterly ridiculous!

The Emperor watched him rant for a while with an expressionless face, then offered a few insincere words of advice, "Stop your raving. Things have come to this; I have nothing more to say to you."

"I have only one thing to say to you," the Emperor continued, twisting the knife by speaking plainly. "The you of today, compared to the you eighteen years ago, lacks ruthlessness, lacks methods, lacks connections, and lacks power. You've regressed significantly; that's why I haven't bothered to act against you."

"If you had been content to stay in the Pingjin Grasslands and live out your days, I probably wouldn't have paid you any mind."

Mo Lian: ...

He felt his father's tone and manner of speaking were the kind that could drive someone to death without consequence.

How could he have a father like this? This was simply too devious.

"Unfortunately, you foolishly left the Pingjin Grasslands and came to Dragon Flame City," the Emperor said with a sigh. "The you of a decade or so ago certainly wouldn't have trusted someone so completely. Before doing anything, you would always have kept a contingency plan."

"What does this show?"

"It shows that after being suppressed by me for over a decade, once you fell, you never got back up. You simply had no one usable by your side. All you could do was seek the help of the Mandate of Heaven, seek some unrealistic assistance."

"You lost miserably!"

After Mo Liusheng finished speaking, Mo Lian saw that the wretched Prince Duoluo was so angered by his father that he actually coughed up a mouthful of blood, which sprayed all over the iron cage with a "pfft."

Mo Liusheng glanced back expressionlessly.

Minister Wang of Dali Temple, well over fifty years old, quickly wiped the cold sweat from his brow and scurried forward, saying, "What are you waiting for? Quickly clean the iron cage."

Seeing the identical looks of disgust on His Majesty and the Crown Prince's faces, they must have found Prince Duoluo's old blood splattered on the cage an eyesore.

As an old minister of over a decade, he knew a great deal about Prince Fulin's rebellion from over ten years ago.

Now, seeing Prince Fulin, trapped in the dungeon, so infuriated by His Majesty that he vomited blood, he was truly speechless.

So, don't say the Crown Prince is devious; it seems this is completely a case of the son inheriting the father's 'pitting against others' trait.

The Emperor waved his hand, "Let Prince Duoluo stay alone for a while."

He walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and looked at Prince Fulin, who had slumped to the ground, through the iron cage. "Oh, by the way, I heard that when you were in the Pingjin Grasslands, your life was extremely luxurious and wealthy."

"Recently, our Dragon Flame City has had enormous expenses. Digging defensive ditches and building fortifications has cost too much. In our Dali Temple dungeon, you probably won't have such good treatment."

The Emperor left after saying this, but Minister Wang of Dali Temple, being who he was, understood the Emperor's meaning instantly upon hearing his words.

Not long after the Emperor and his son walked away, they heard Minister Wang of Dali Temple roaring at his subordinates, "What are you still standing around for? Escort the criminal out and send him to the water dungeon below."

"Clang!" He kicked over the food box in front of the iron cage. "A mere criminal, why should he eat so luxuriously? From now on, treat him according to criminal standards every day!"