A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..." Every sound seemed to be stepping on Emperor Yuxuan's heart. He was extremely anxious, thinking that by the time others arrived, his blood would have dried up.

Emperor Yuxuan hurriedly stretched out his shaking hands and frantically sealed several acupuncture points on his body to stop the bleeding. His fingers were trembling and he almost missed the acupuncture points several times. His face was full of anxiety and anger, and his brows were furrowed like two deep ravines.

He roared, "Hurry up! You bunch of trash!" The voice was filled with resentment towards his servants and indomitable spirit against fate, and it echoed in the palace for a long time.

A pair of black boots appeared in his eyes. Emperor Yuxuan slowly raised his bulging eyes. A hint of expectation flashed in his eyes, but was then replaced by shock.

The man was taller and more handsome than an ordinary man, with a look that was unparalleled in the world. Who else could it be but his son Sikong Yan? Emperor Yuxuan was so angry that his eyes almost popped out, his mouth slightly opened, his face full of disbelief.

His body shook violently, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, including anger, disappointment, and pain of being deceived.

The slightly trembling body seemed to be telling of the turmoil in his heart. At this moment, in the corner of the palace, a spider slowly crawled by, as if it was also witnessing this dramatic scene.

The spider's eight long legs gently scraped across the ground, making a slight sound, as if adding a touch of weirdness to the tense atmosphere.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, with a few dull sounds, his blood vessels exploded again!

“Ah!!” The miserable voice and angry roar echoed in the palace: “You are not dead! You are lying to me! You are lying to me!!”

Emperor Yuxuan's face was filled with anger, disappointment, and unwillingness. He pointed at Sikong Yan with a shaking hand, his eyes burning with rage, the flames seemed to devour Sikong Yan. And the entire palace, in this tense atmosphere, seemed to be waiting for the next storm.

The meridians and blood vessels in Emperor Yuxuan's body were bursting one after another like lit firecrackers. The dull sounds seemed to be the death knell of fate. The skin on his body also exploded with shocking holes, and blood gushed out like a flood, instantly dyeing the surrounding ground red.

At this moment, a strong smell of blood filled the empty palace, and the cold stone slabs seemed to be stained with the blood, revealing a chilling dark red color.

Emperor Yuxuan was twitching in pain, his facial expression was extremely distorted by the severe pain, his brows were tightly furrowed, and every wrinkle seemed to be telling of his pain. The beads of sweat on his forehead were as big as soybeans, rolling down continuously, dripping onto the blood-stained ground, and disappearing in an instant.

His body seemed like a ruin that was about to collapse. Every inch of his skin was trembling, as if he was making a final struggle against fate.

Sikong Yan's face was stern, like a cold sculpture. He was struggling in pain, a pain that could not be described.

The tall columns of the palace stood silently, as if watching the conflict between father and son with cold eyes. The dim light came in through the carved windows, casting a gray hue on the entire palace.

The light shone on Sikong Yan's face, reflecting his stern outline, as if the god of fate had carved determination on his face.

If his father is diligent in his work, loves the people, and cares about the world, then he will be willing to obey whatever the emperor does or orders him to do.

He had imagined the image of a wise monarch as his father countless times in his mind, longing to seek benefits for the people of the world under his protection and guidance.

However, reality was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart. A trace of painful memories flashed across his eyes, that was the moment when his expectations and disappointments for his father were intertwined.

But the father in front of him did not listen to his teachings and continued to do as he pleased, carrying out tyranny and levying heavy taxes. Even though he unified the country, this land was like hell on earth, and the people lived in dire straits and suffered unbearably.

At this moment, it seemed as if the voices of people's grievances could be heard faintly outside the palace, as if they were accusing the tyrant of his evil deeds.

The voice was like wisps of smoke, slowly drifting into the palace, lingering in Sikong Yan's heart, and making him more determined.

This is not the world that people want, and this is not what a king worthy of respect should do. Sikong Yan felt a strong sense of mission in his heart. He must overthrow him for the sake of the people of the world, for justice and conscience.

His fingers trembled slightly and were clenched into fists, as if he was gathering strength.

Emperor Yuxuan was lying on the ground, his once majestic figure now in such a state of disgrace. He pointed at his son with a shaking hand, and cursed him in a painful and difficult voice: "How dare you, you traitor, kill the emperor! This is treason!"

Every word seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his eyes filled with anger and despair were like two sharp swords, shooting straight at Sikong Yan.

The air around him seemed to become heavy because of his anger, making it almost impossible to breathe. Emperor Yuxuan's lips trembled, and the once high and mighty emperor now looked like a helpless old man.

Sikong Yan felt mixed emotions as he faced his father who gave birth to him but never took care of him, leaving him to fend for himself.

His voice was firm but helpless: "You forced me to do this! Who can you blame? If you were a good king, you wouldn't be in this situation today!"

His eyes flashed with complex lights, anger, sadness, and determination. At this moment, in the corner of the palace, a spider slowly crawled by, as if it was also witnessing this dramatic scene.

The spider's eight long legs gently scraped across the ground, making a slight sound, as if adding a touch of weirdness to the tense atmosphere.

He knew that his choice would change the fate of countless people, and all this was forced by his father's actions.

Emperor Yuxuan lay on the ground in a daze, his heart filled with despair and regret. He never thought that as a great king, he would end up being deserted by his friends and relatives and end up in a miserable state.

At this desperate moment, he could not help but think of Eunuch Yan. The old eunuch had accompanied him for nearly fifty years. During these long years, Eunuch Yan had cared for him like a mother, taking care of his daily life and solving his problems.

But what about him? He never took Eunuch Yan's efforts seriously, always acting recklessly and ignoring advice. Now, everything is too late, and regret surges into his heart like a tide.

"Eunuch Yan--" He roared at the top of his lungs in the Weilong Palace, his voice filled with loneliness, despair and nostalgia for the past.