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Chapter 5095: 5.0847 Night Interrogation

In the brightly lit main hall of the Dali Temple dungeon, two rows of sword-wielding guards stood at attention on either side of the entrance, facing forward.

In the center of the circular hall, a spacious iron cage, large enough to hold a hundred people, was placed.

Prince Fulin sat cross-legged on a three-colored felt mat, glaring furiously at Mo Liusheng and his son through the bars.

These damned father and son were incredibly cunning and deeply calculating.

He only now realized that Mo Liusheng had been playing him for a fool from the very beginning.

Even though Mo Liusheng had known he was hiding in the Pingjin Grasslands three years ago, he hadn't made a move, letting him grow unchecked, only monitoring him in secret, allowing his power to expand and expand like mushrooms after rain.

Just when he had smugly believed that his current power was enough to make a comeback and stand a chance against Mo Liusheng, reality had slapped him hard, bringing him back to square one.

"Kill me or dissect me, do as you please," Prince Fulin sneered, lifting his head slightly. "But if you think you can extract information about the Mandate of Heaven from me, I advise you not to waste your time."

Mo Liusheng's eyes, devoid of emotion, fixated on the gray-haired man before him. He watched for a long time, saying nothing, only shaking his head slightly.

This dismissive attitude, refusing to speak to him, immediately enraged Prince Fulin, Mo Liusheng.

His eyes suddenly widened, and he glared at the Emperor with a face full of fury, "Just say what you want to say, why are you being so evasive?"

"I have nothing to say," Mo Liusheng glanced at him indifferently.

The latter was so incensed that he sprang from the felt mat, rushed to the large iron cage, and began banging on the iron door through the bars. "Mo Liusheng, you must think I'm quite amusing, right? All these years, scheming and plotting this and that, only for it all to be part of your plan."

"You saw through my identity three years ago, but kept it secret, never revealing it, just waiting for me to walk into your trap! Ha, hahaha!" Prince Fulin's voice rose in anger as he spoke of his bitter resentment. "You're probably thinking, how can there be such a foolish brother as me in this world?"

Mo Liusheng shook his head, calmly telling him, "You are mistaken."

"More than a decade ago, when you incited a rebellion in the imperial capital for your own selfish reasons, your name was already removed from the Mo clan's genealogy."

"The name of the current eldest son of the royal family is Elder Brother Mo Liufeng," Mo Liusheng said with a faint expression. "You are nothing, so do not call yourself 'My Brother'."

Mo Liuqie gnashed his teeth, "You removed my name. It was you! What right did you have to remove me from the family tree? You wolf-hearted scoundrel, you just don't want to see me do well."

"Who is the wolf-hearted scoundrel, never giving up their wicked intentions?" Mo Liusheng was almost amused to the point of laughter by him.

"Who was it who started that war eighteen years ago, causing widespread suffering and displacement among the people?"

"Who was it who incited anomalies in various regions, all converging on the capital? And who was it who gathered three hundred masters, forcing their way into the palace overnight, completely surrounding me and Wuxia?"

In that battle, the two of them ultimately won, but he also paid a very heavy price.

He painstakingly worked to heal his Wuxia little by little, waiting for her for seventeen or eighteen years until his eyes grew dim.

At that time, he was utterly exhausted, as he had just ascended the throne and there were already countless matters to attend to.