Chapter 446: Qimingtian: Child, Ask the Father‑Emperor to Die

The Crown Prince's residence.

Sima Da reported, "Your Highness, the Black Dragon is dead; Jing Yuheng has taken control of the Black Dragon Guard."

"If we don't act now, we may lose the chance."

Crown Prince Qimingtian's face grew grim as he stared at Sima Da, "When did this happen?"

"Just an hour ago, Jing Yuheng led men to kill the Black Dragon Hall Master; currently, she is cleaning up the Black Dragon Guard."

"Half of the people we placed inside have already been captured; if we give her any more time, within the Black Dragon Guard there will be no of our people."

"Your Highness, if we still don't act, I'm afraid…"

Sima Da urged, the situation was urgent; if we still didn't act, we couldn't guarantee…

That position is within sight; if we aren't ruthless, he may never get another chance.

As it stands, Qihuang may not favor him; once the Black Dragon Guard is controlled, the entire court will be purged. With the Black Dragon Guard's strength and Jing Yuheng's methods, even the Black Dragon Hall Master of the Golden Core realm has been killed; the others are of little concern.

Crown Prince Qimingtian still hesitated; he could not bring himself to be ruthless.

But that's his father; once done and discovered, he might…

"Mr. Sima, my father…"

"Your Highness, don't you understand? Even if Your Majesty placed the Eldest Princess in that position, he would not choose you. If he intended to pass the throne to you, he would have done so long ago, made you Crown Prince, not waited until now."

"In Your Majesty's heart, there is no place for you. Your Highness, do you still cling to fantasy?"

The Seventh Prince is dead.

Qihuang has not appointed a Crown Prince.

The Sixth Prince is dead.

He is still the same.

Qimingtian's complexion changed; he understood his father's thoughts, yet he still refused to believe.

He had thought that the most favored Old Seventh, the Emperor's favorite and most qualified for that position, was killed early.

After doing so much, he strived to please the Emperor and have him sit in that position, but the result—

He realized everything he did was in vain.

In the Emperor's heart, there was not a single place for him; even if Yu Su controlled everything, the Emperor never thought of him.

"Does he really… have no place for me at all?"

"Could it be that, in his heart, I am… nothing?"

Qimingtian's eyes were rimmed with blood, and he shouted in anger, unwilling to accept.

He stared at… Sima Da, who continued, "Your Highness, this very moment is the best chance. While the Black Dragon Guard is in turmoil and the Wanggong has not yet stabilized, if you miss this opportunity, you may… never have another chance."

"The Eldest Princess is already investigating you; she will not let you get away."

"Your Highness, if you don't act, they will deal with you."

Qimingtian hesitated a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Sima, bring your men and follow me into the palace."

"Yes, Your Highness." As Sima Da turned, his eyes were full of cunning.

Half an hour later.

Inside the Wanggong.

The Crown Prince waved his hand, and the people behind him seized control of the Dadian.

Everyone around was replaced with his own men.

He entered the Dadian alone and saw the aged Emperor sitting on the Dragon Throne.

The slumbering Qihuang opened his drowsy eyes.

"You still came."

It seemed he had sensed it long ago, waiting for his arrival.

Qihuang sat upright, towering above, his imperial majesty, a Protector, descended.

Qimingtian's subconscious was afraid and wanted to kneel, but when he thought that he was not there to pay respects but to trouble his father, he hesitated.

He did not kneel; he lifted his head and stared directly at Qihuang.

Staring at his father like this was his first time doing so.

Qihuang looked at those eyes and said, "Do you intend to kill me?"

He sensed the situation outside; the Dadian was surrounded.

His men were slain silently.

Achieving this step was not the work of his own son.

It was those around him; Qihuang coldly stared at Qimingtian.

His eldest son was still so foolish, always being used, and this time was no exception.

He even thought himself clever enough to control everything.

"Father, you know best what your child thinks."

Qimingtian pointed at that position and snarled, "All I want is that position, Father; abdicate your throne."

"I don't wish to kill you; I only need a single edict from you. Please, Father, grant it to me."

Qihuang stared blankly at his eldest son and sneered, "If you had this courage thirty years ago, I would have given you this position long ago."

Qimingtian was stunned, looking at his father in confusion.

This unfamiliar father actually said such words.

In his memory, the Emperor had always been cold and indifferent.

He had never received kindness; every meeting brought either rebuke or scolding.

This caused Qimingtian to be filled with fear toward him, with little father‑son affection.

These past years, you have disappointed me too much.

Qihuang's gaze softened; perhaps, as he was about to die, his attitude toward his eldest son also changed.

I have given you many chances, yet you do not know how to cherish them.

Old Seven is your brother; he's barely a child, yet you dare to strike him down.

And Old Six too; they pose no threat to you, yet you are ruthless and cruel.

You are too cold-blooded.

Qimingtian retorted, "That's all because of you, Father Emperor."

Qimingtian pointed at Qihuang and roared loudly, "If you had abdicated earlier and given the throne to me, I would not have killed them."

It's you who forced me.

I didn't want to kill them either; they died because of you.

Qihuang glanced indifferently at his son before him; he remained the same.

You shouldn't have acted against them.

Hmph.

Qimingtian stepped forward and said coldly, "Father Emperor, you are old."

You should have abdicated long ago, rather than clinging to this position.

This throne is mine; no one can take it from me, and anyone who opposes me will be sent packing.

You like Seventh Brother and Sixth Brother, so I will kill them, making you feel unbearable grief.

Father Emperor, I will slaughter them all.

He wants more than just to kill Sixth and Seventh Brother.

He also wants to kill the other brothers.

He will spare none of them.

Those brothers are all his enemies.

The affection he never received—let his brothers and sisters repay it.

Qihuang's gaze turned icy as he stared at his eldest son.

The mad eldest son, his eyes bloodshot, has gone insane.

You're crazy.

No, I'm not crazy; it's you who are crazy, all of you.

Qimingtian roared, "It's you who forced me; I didn't want to kill them either."

They come at me, one after another, pressuring me, so I have no choice but to kill them.

Only when they are dead will I feel at peace, only then will I be happy.

Father Emperor, I will send them to keep you company.

So, I ask you, Father Emperor, to die.