1705 Attack at the Court 4
He felt like collapsing, realizing that there was no Dementia Pill.
Of course, there wasn’t. He looked at Mr. Head of the Shadow Door in a silver mask, his eyes rolling with anger. After a long while, he spoke up, “You can’t kill me!”
There was no response from the Shadow Door members.
“You Shadow Door are capable, but you are just a social institution. Even if you kill me, no ministers or civilians would accept you. They only need people from the imperial family to take the throne. You are not fit for the throne at all!”
The Shadow Door remained silent.
“You can keep me, and I will let you stay in the court. Then we can make a deal so that I can help you become a qualified King. I will keep some of my authority and the chair, and we can share the world together,” suggested the King.
No imperial army was seen there, and the Shadow Door members were looking at him calmly. The King was arrogant, but he soon realized that the imperial army could not do anything about the Shadow Door.
He would either die here in the Weiyang Palace.
Or he made a deal to keep himself alive, so he could regain the throne gradually later.
Under the silver mask came a chuckle.
“Not fit for the throne?” Zhou Huaijin asked.
The King was confused.
That voice sounded so familiar. It sounded like his eighth son’s.
Impossible.
His eighth son was useless. He could not be here.
That was impossible.
No, that was not true.
He was not his eighth son!
“Who are you!” The King interrogated.
In response, Zhou Huaijin calmly removed his mask, revealing his face to the King. “If I am Lord Huai, the Queen’s son and General Jiang’s grandson… wouldn’t I be fit for the position?”
What?
It was him!
It was really him!
How could that be possible!
He was the eighth son!
A piece of trash, someone who was nothing!
Mr. Head of the Shadow Door? How could that be possible?
He still could not believe what was happening.
“That is not possible!” the King shouted in disbelief, still struggling to accept the reality of the situation.
“Thank you, King, for unknowingly helping me,” Zhou Huaijin spoke with a hint of sarcasm, his voice ringing in the silent room. “Your actions led me to become what I am today, and for that, I am grateful. Without you, the Shadow Door may never have existed in its current form.”
” “…”
“You told me that I was the Queen’s son and that I would one day take the throne. You convinced me that I did not need to study or train, that it was my birthright.”
“….”
“But here I am, the one who you thought was nothing, standing before you as the rightful King.” Zhou Huaijin looked at the King, from a high point of view.
The King collapsed.
How could this happen?
He had meticulously planned his path to the throne, but now everything had fallen apart.
He despised Zhou Huaijin, his own son, the most, but now he was being forced to relinquish his power to him. No, he couldn’t let that happen. Zhou Huaijin was not fit to rule.
“You bastard from the Jiang Family!” The King shouted at his son, seething with anger.
Before the hidden guards could react, a figure wielding a dagger appeared out of nowhere and charged at the King.
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