He had barely read two lines when he heard Kang Chen say, "I'm telling you in advance, even if you don't agree, it won't matter. The old King's documents in my hand and your DNA test will be made public. By then, even if you don't want to step down, you'll have to obediently roll down."
The young King's hand trembled a bit. He looked up at Kang Chen, who remained calm, making everyone wish they could skin and bone him alive.
The murder of his mother, the usurpation of his position—perhaps even when he fell off the horse, it was Kang Chen's doing.
He and this man have an irreconcilable enmity.
But no matter how deep the hatred in his heart, in the face of power, it is all in vain and useless.
He could only watch as Kang Chen took everything from him, cornered him at every turn, and now he had nothing left, only a breath of life remaining.
