The emperor, who was sitting on the dragon chair, looked at the young man who was surrounded by countless soldiers, and his eyes were full of hatred.

There were dead bodies in the hall, and countless bright red blood stains were sprinkled everywhere in the entire hall.

And the young man who was surrounded by the soldiers was still wearing a dark blue coat, and his snow-white and brilliant face had a dull look.

His thin body was vulnerable compared to the soldiers in armor, but it inexplicably gave people a majesty of silent submission.

He was holding a delicate soup woman in his hand at the moment, his snow-white long fingers were coldly holding it, his thick long eyelashes were hanging down, and there was a gloomy bloody sickness between his eyebrows.

The clean and unstained dust is incompatible with the dirty hall at the moment.

It is like a demon with extreme beauty, revealing the beauty of the gorgeous light dust, cold and ghostly, and it looks like a dream.

The emperor's face was extremely pale, his eyes were staring at Gu Shiyou fiercely like a poisonous snake, and his expression was extremely resentful.

"Gu Shiyou, you are so bold!"

He almost roared in anger, his eyes were cracking, and the green tendons on his neck protruded.

The emperor tightly grasped the dragon chair under his hand, his emotions became more and more excited, and he looked at Gu Shiyou with disgust.

He said viciously: "If I had known that one day, when you were born, I would have strangled you to death!" ”

The emperor was full of remorse: "Why didn't you die when you were bullied!" You father-killing brute! ”

He knew it all along.

As an emperor, how could he not know what was happening in the harem every day.

He always knew that he had an unfavored son who lived miserably in the palace. I lost my mother when I was young, and I lived in a palace comparable to a cold palace since I was a child, with no food to eat, hunger and cold. Not only did the princes and princesses bully, but even the eunuchs and palace ladies looked down on him.

It's just that he doesn't care.

For him, Gu Shiyou's existence was just one of his many sons, and the most worthless.

His mother concubine is not the daughter of a minister in the court, but just an insignificant little palace maid.

Now that he already knew that things had reached the point of no return, the emperor had no patience to continue to be amicable with Gu Shiyou, completely tore off his face, and roared out all the grievances that had been silently suppressed by Gu Shiyou over the years.

What he said was so vicious that it was completely unbearable.

The soldiers in the hall looked at each other, and without Gu Shiyou's order, they didn't dare to do it easily.

The young man with a tall figure like a pine and cypress stood there with a cold expression, his fingertips quietly holding the warm soup woman in his hand, and it seemed that he didn't feel the slightest anger because of the emperor's words, and there was no wave.

Gu Shiyou suddenly coughed lightly with the back of his hand against his lips, his sickly eyebrows and eyes became even paler, and his lips were extremely red.

He waited until the emperor's excited emotions calmed down, and then he indifferently raised his thick long eyelashes, and his thin lips drew a cool arc.

"Are you finished?"

The smile suddenly raised by His Highness, who was dressed in dark blue and noble and cold, made his beautiful eyebrows stained with a touch of treacherous bewitchment and sickness.

There was a deep gloom and tyrannical calm in his dark eyes, his red lips moved slightly, and his voice was cold and ruthless.

"When it's over, it's time for my father to go on the road."