"You are presumptuous! How could I have once trusted you so much and appointed you as Regent King, only for you to treat me this way?" Emperor Wen turned red with anger, coughing heavily as if he were an old man on his deathbed.
"Trust?" Duan Huaijin sneered sarcastically, "That wasn't trust. It was because you had no one else to use. You thought the harsh weather of the Northwest had eroded my ambitions, so a little kindness from you would be enough for me to be eternally grateful."
"You..." Emperor Wen, infuriated, stood up only to collapse back onto his throne.
The Ministers panicked: "Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body!"
"Ah, take care of the dragon body? Of course, you all wish for my elder brother to live well, but even if his body stays healthy, he won't survive today," Duan Huaijin coldly declared.
He then stared intensely at Emperor Wen and said, "Elder brother, you've stolen my throne for so many years, it's time to give it back to me."
