There were no other ambushes, and with Sima Ke's cultivation, it would be effortless to deal with Sima You, who had no cultivation.
In front of everyone's eyes, Sima Ke pushed open the doors of the Golden Throne Hall and immediately saw Sima You sitting in the center on the dragon chair, wearing the dragon robe.
He turned around and closed the door.
Sima Ke walked steadily toward the high platform, speaking as he walked:
"Second brother, you're not the emperor yet, how can you wear the dragon robe? That's a capital offense of overreaching."
Sima You looked down at Sima Ke, who was gradually ascending the steps, and chuckled softly:
"Father is dead, what harm is there in wearing the dragon robe once? It's just a pity this is the first time I'm wearing it, and it will also be the last time. It's really a bit hard to part with."
"No worries, as your younger brother, after you die, I can issue an edict allowing you to be buried in the dragon robe." Sima Ke laughed indifferently.
