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Chapter 503: Assimilation
Cough~
With a violent coughing, emperor spat dark blood. His voice was faint, “Zhuo Fan, you’re a smart man and know that even when choosing a puppet, it has to have some value. Crown Prince is narrow-minded, it’s only a matter of time before he slips and throws everything into chaos. Ha-ha-ha…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtZhuo Fan pondered. Crown Prince looked at the emperor like he wanted to choke the dying old man.
[For god’s sake, am I your son or what? I get that you won’t give me the throne, but can you at least stay out of this when it’s not your call who the next emperor is? Stop kicking. Just what did I ever do to you that you won’t even let me be a puppet?]
Crown Prince blamed his fate to the point of crying.
The emperor grinned, “Crown Prince, it’s not that I hate you. It’s just that you’ll fail at the job. At best you’d have been a muddled emperor. But now, with the situation calling for a puppet, one needs extreme caution. The slightest impulse might very well be the end of Yuwen clan!”
“What end? Is that how useless you think I am, old man?” Crown Prince had had enough of his mockery and went to the dying emperor to shake him in tears.
[Why doesn’t imperial father ever believe that I can be a good emperor?]
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe emperor’s only reaction was to smile as his spoiled son spit like a dummy.
Even as his life ebbed away, his smile never lost its brilliance…
On the second floor, Zhuo Fan met an aged man laying in bed, Zhuge Changfeng.
But with how stiff he looked, it gave the impression of him being dead.
Zhuo Fan quirked an eyebrow and You Ming fed the old man a pill. With a light cough, Zhuge Changfeng woke up, “I… where am I?”
“Prime Minister Zhuge, how has life treated you lately?” Zhuo Fan smiled.
Zhuge Changfeng frowned at Zhuo Fan and then noticed You Ming. He moved his gaze from one to another but the fog hadn’t been uplifted, “You two… what is this? Shouldn’t I be dead?”
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