I was chased by my sickly junior brother who had two lives

As dusk fell, candles flickered in the prince's eastern palace, creating a warm atmosphere. Chen Jue and Chen Jia came to the banquet at the invitation of the prince. The table was filled with exquisite dishes, but the three of them had no interest in the food.

The prince looked solemn and was the first to break the silence: "Chen Jue, now that the evidence is solid, it's time to confront the King of Jin. We can't let him cause trouble in secret anymore."

The prince was wearing a bright yellow brocade robe embroidered with golden dragons and a golden crown on his head. Although he still had his usual dignified demeanor, his worry was evident at this moment. His brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and the wine glass in his hand was unconsciously turned slightly.

Chen Jue put down the wine glass in his hand, nodded slightly, and said firmly: "Your Highness is right. If we continue to tolerate him, his evil deeds will only get worse, and the people will suffer unspeakably."

He was dressed in a blue shirt, with an upright posture, like a sword ready to be unsheathed.

Chen Jia gently held Chen Jue's hand and looked at him worriedly, but said nothing. She was well aware of the importance and danger of the matter. Her hand unconsciously tightened slightly, conveying her concern.

After dinner, the prince and Chen Jue hurried to the Jin Palace. The Jin Palace was brightly lit, but it was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression. When the Jin Prince heard that the prince and Chen Jue were coming, he hurried out to greet them.

He was dressed in purple clothes, with a jade belt inlaid with gemstones tied around his waist, and a hypocritical smile on his face: "Your Highness, Lord Chen, what gust of wind brought you to my humble abode today?"

But his eyes inadvertently revealed a hint of panic, that smile seemed to be forced on his face, and the light in his eyes flickered.

The prince walked straight into the palace hall, ignoring the greetings of the Prince of Jin. After everyone was seated, he stared at the Prince of Jin with a sharp gaze: "Prince of Jin, you and I are brothers, and we should be of one mind and one heart to assist our father, but you indulged your men to embezzle the people's land, and to take bribes and pervert the law. Do you know your crime?"

The prince's voice echoed in the hall with unquestionable majesty. Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, making people tremble in their hearts.

The King of Jin's face changed slightly, but he still pretended to be calm: "Your Highness, please do not listen to the slander of villains. I have always been loyal to the court. How could I do such a treasonous thing?"

His fingers trembled unconsciously, revealing his inner nervousness. The hand that was originally placed elegantly on the armrest now seemed to have lost control and was shaking slightly, like a fragile leaf in the autumn wind.

Chen Jue snorted coldly, took out a stack of evidence from his sleeve, and said slowly: "Your Highness Prince Jin, do you recognize these? These are letters and accounts seized from the corrupt officials under your command. Your crimes are clearly recorded on them."

He spread out the evidence on the table one by one. Those papers seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making King Jin's face even uglier.

His movements were steady and slow, as if he was making a solemn judgment. Every piece of evidence he produced was like placing a huge rock on King Jin's heart.

The King of Jin's eyes fell on the evidence, his eyes froze instantly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Those beads of sweat first gathered into small beads on his forehead, and then slowly slid down his temples. His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, but he still tried to quibble: "This... This must have been forged by someone, trying to frame me. Lord Chen, don't let others use you."

His voice began to become hoarse, and he was obviously lacking in confidence, with a hint of panic in his words that was difficult to conceal.

Chen Jue stood up, walked in front of the Prince of Jin, and looked him straight in the eye: "Your Highness, Prince of Jin, do you still want to quibble? The handwriting and seals on these letters have been verified. The corrupt officials under your command have also confessed that you colluded with them, seized the people's land, enriched yourself, and caused countless people to be displaced. Do you think you can hide it from the world?"

Chen Jue's eyes were filled with anger and disdain. He despised the evil deeds of King Jin. His eyes were like burning flames, ready to burn King Jin's hypocritical mask to the ground. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was examining a prey caught in a trap, not missing any slight changes in King Jin's expression.

The lips of the King of Jin trembled slightly, and he was speechless for a moment. His eyes moved between the Crown Prince and Chen Jue, trying to find a glimmer of hope. His eyes were like a trapped beast, looking for a gap to break out, but found that he was surrounded.

Upon seeing this, the prince shouted angrily, "Prince Jin, as a prince, you should set an example, but you did something so harmful to the world. Are you worthy of your father's trust and the people of the world?"

The prince stood up, clenched his hands, and was so excited that his knuckles turned white from the force. His body was trembling slightly, like a volcano about to erupt.

The King of Jin was completely enraged by the Crown Prince's rebuke. He stood up suddenly, pointed at the Crown Prince and shouted, "Prince, don't be so complacent. Do you think you are innocent? You formed a clique in the court and suppressed dissidents. Aren't you doing it for your own selfish interests?"

His face turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had lost his usual disguise. The veins on his forehead bulged like twisted earthworms, and every hair seemed to stand up in anger.

The prince was so angry that he was shaking all over: "You are slandering me! Everything I do is for the court and for the country. But you only care about pleasure and bully the people."

The prince's voice became high-pitched and sharp because of anger, like lightning that cuts through the night sky, buzzing and echoing in the hall.

Prince Jin sneered, "Humph, Your Highness, don't think you are so noble. Who wouldn't want to sit on the throne? Why do you think it must be yours?"

His words were like a sharp blade, stabbing at the prince. His eyes were filled with hatred and jealousy, like a pool of stirred sewage, emitting a disgusting smell.

The prince took a step forward and approached the King of Jin: "I have never thought of abusing my power for personal gain, but I will never tolerate such evil deeds as yours. Today, I will eliminate this cancer from the court."

His eyes revealed a resolute murderous intent, like a fearless warrior who undauntedly faced evil. The determination in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Prince Jin's body.

Chen Jue hurried forward and held the prince back: "Your Highness, don't be impulsive. Although the King of Jin's crime is serious, he still needs to be dealt with according to the law. Don't act on impulse."

He was worried that the prince would do something extreme in his anger, so he held the prince's arms tightly with both hands. His hands were like strong iron chains, locking the prince's impulsive steps.

Seeing the Crown Prince being held by Chen Jue, the Prince of Jin thought he had an opportunity and continued to shout, "Prince, you dare not kill me. If you kill me, how will you explain to your father? And how will the ministers in the court view you?"

There was a hint of madness in his voice, like a gambler who had lost his mind and was trying to make a final struggle.

The prince took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Prince Jin, don't worry, I will report your crimes to my father and let him make the final decision. But you will be severely punished for your evil deeds today."

He sat back in his chair, still staring at Prince Jin with cold eyes. Those eyes were like a cold ice cellar, freezing Prince Jin in endless fear.

Chen Jue also returned to his seat and sorted out the evidence: "Your Highness Prince Jin, you'd better plead guilty. Perhaps you can ask your father for a lighter sentence. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."

His voice was calm, but it revealed an irresistible force, like a turbulent undercurrent beneath the calm sea, which could drag people into an endless abyss at any time.

The King of Jin slumped in his chair, his face as pale as paper. He knew that his fate was lost, but he still felt unwilling to give in.

The hall was silent except for the heavy breathing of the crowd.

At this moment, the wind outside the palace whistled past, as if sighing for this fierce confrontation. The sound of the wind sounded like the cries of countless wronged souls, and also like the merciless mockery of fate.

After a long while, the King of Jin slowly spoke: "Prince, I...I was wrong. I am willing to plead guilty, but I beg you to say a few good words for me in front of the Emperor and give me a chance to live."

His voice was full of despair and helplessness, completely different from his previous arrogance. It sounded like a faint moan coming from underground, full of helplessness and fear of fate.

The prince looked at the King of Jin with mixed feelings in his heart: "You have committed such a serious crime, I can only report it truthfully. As for how the emperor will deal with it, it depends on your luck."

Chen Jue stood up and said, "Your Highness, there is no time to lose. Let's return to the palace as soon as possible and report this to the Emperor."

The prince nodded, stood up and took Chen Jue out of the Prince of Jin's mansion. In the Prince of Jin's mansion, the Prince of Jin sat alone in the hall, looking at the empty surroundings, his heart full of regret and fear. He knew that his wealth and glory, and his bright future had all turned into a bubble, and what was waiting for him would be an unknown fate.