"What is this thing called conscience?"
The Ninth Prince looked at the Emperor Zhong and let out a mocking laugh.
"My conscience? It disappeared long ago with your daily assassination attempts. If not for the well-being of the people of the Central Imperial Country, do you really think you could still sit securely on the throne?"
"You... you..."
The Emperor stammered, repeating the word "you" several times, but failed to say anything concrete.
He is the Emperor. Does wanting to kill a prince who threatens his throne make him at fault? After all, wasn't it the Ninth Prince who stubbornly clung to military power and refused to relinquish it?
If the Ninth Prince had handed over his military control, would he have been targeted for assassination?
"Ninth Brother, you are merely a leisurely prince—holding such enormous military power is completely inappropriate!" The Emperor struggled for a long time, but this was all he could muster in an attempt to remind the Ninth Prince.
