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Future time and space.

A family banquet was being held in the magnificent palace.

A mighty and domineering figure sat upright on the dragon throne. The five-clawed golden dragon on the dragon robe looked lifelike, as if it was about to come alive and soar into the sky.

Hundreds of maids, dressed in light gauze and looking like fairies from the Moon Palace, came in and out, constantly presenting some extremely precious delicacies.

Dozens of noble men and women sat on both sides.

There was laughter and joy at the family dinner.

When the maid presented the imperial wine, the prince, who had been regent for eight hundred years, stood up calmly and sang:
"Father, the present peace and prosperity of the Great Sui Dynasty is all due to your merits."

"Everyone, let's respect our father!"

Upon hearing this, the Second Prince, the Third Prince and others stood up and toasted.

The current ruler of the Great Sui Divine Court also welcomed everyone who came and drank happily with his sons.

For a moment, the banquet was extremely lively.

No one noticed that in the corner, the least favored eleventh prince, Yang Yi, had a forced smile on his face.

Especially when he saw the Seventh Prince, who was so drunk that he even walked up to his father to show off his magical powers, Yang Yi looked even more depressed.

Concubine out!

Not favored!
These two huge mountains pressed down on him, making him unable to move.

At this time.

Two figures appeared beside Yang Yi openly and honestly.

The strange thing is that the people in the palace seemed to be unable to see it at all.

The next second, in the calm, a voice with a strong temptation sounded in Yang Yi's ears:

"Look, whether it's the Crown Prince who has been regent for eight hundred years or your father, they don't seem to take you seriously."

"They can sit on this throne, why can't you?"

The eleventh prince Yang Yi turned his head and looked at the two people on his left and right. He was about to ask them about their identities.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and his previous memories revived. He understood everything and frowned:
"What are your origins? Why do you insist on tempting me to rebel?"

"If you don't leave now, once Father notices something is wrong, he will tear you two to pieces!"

Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, looked at the noble and beautiful princesses in the palace without hesitation and said:

"My father is a man of great talent and strategy. The crown prince has been the regent for eight hundred years. He is very scheming. Almost half of the ministers in the court, both inside and outside, are subordinates of the crown prince."

"The Second Prince guards the border and commands millions of border troops of the Sui Dynasty Divine Court."

"The Third Prince practices the Way of Literature, and his talent is known throughout the dynasties. He ranks among the top ten scholars of the time."

"The Fourth Prince is devoted to martial arts, and his cultivation is the best among all the princes."

"The fifth prince..."

Afterwards, Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, praised the eleventh prince's brothers one by one, saying how outstanding they were.

But when it was the eleventh prince's turn, Emperor Gaozu of Han was silent for a moment, and said in a strange tone:

"Yang Yi, you are neither as romantic as the Eighth Prince, nor as power-hungry as the Crown Prince. Whether in terms of cultivation or character, you are at the bottom among all the princes."

"Are you...really willing?"

The eleventh prince, Yang Yi, fell silent upon hearing this. He looked up at his father, who was sitting on the dragon throne and laughing heartily.

He had seen this smile many times, but never once had his father smiled at him.

He... also longs to be recognized by his father.

He... also wanted to stand in the palace with confidence and enjoy the respectful gazes of his brothers.

After a while.

Yang Yi came back to his senses, sighed, and said:

"Oh, do you really think that I can't guess your purpose? If you are being so attentive to me for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief!"

"I admit it. I am unwilling to accept it, but you two want to use me as a pawn to swallow up the Sui Dynasty. It is wishful thinking!!"

Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, tapped his fingers lightly, and a wisp of obscure demonic energy infiltrated Yang Yi's body, arousing the latter's ambition. He said leisurely: "Being a chess piece for the two of us is not an opportunity."

"If the two of us really help you ascend the throne, you can try to resist us, right?"

"Make a decision. Do you want to live a mediocre life?"

"You still want to get the skin of a tiger!!"

"buzz"

As Emperor Gaozu of Han finished speaking, everything in the palace slowly disappeared.

After the eleventh prince Yang Yi opened his eyes, he found himself back in reality. Thinking of what Emperor Gaozu of Han had just said, he fell into deep thought.

What the other party said seemed to make some sense.

Once I really ascend to the throne, I will definitely be able to rebel against these two people.

Seeking the skin of a tiger? That's a very appropriate adjective.

But, can these two really help him ascend to the throne?

Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, noticed the doubt in Yang Yi's eyes and raised his eyebrows at Emperor Yang of Sui, indicating to the latter that it was time to prove their strength.

Just now, they not only used secret techniques to weave an illusion, but also induced the most painful memory in Yang Yi's life.

I also took this opportunity to directly learn more about this future time and space.

The Tang, Qin, Ming and other dynasties have now merged together.

No wonder the spiritual energy of the world in this future time and space is so profound.

Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty spread out his hands, and a crystal clear source of incense power that made Yang Yi's blood boil appeared in his palm.

Facing the latter's greedy and unbelievable eyes, Emperor Sui Yang said with a smile:

"Your Great Sui Divine Court is founded on Shintoism. I believe that with this item, your Shintoism skills will soon surpass the crown prince."

"What do you think? Surrender? Or die!"

So what if Yang Yi is his descendant?

Thousands of years have passed, and blood ties have long since disappeared.

Moreover, Emperor Yang of Sui also believed that once the current master of the Great Sui Divine Court knew of his existence, he would certainly imprison him without hesitation and take away the original power of the Divine Law!

This is the true face of the emperor!!

Cold-blooded!

The eleventh prince Yang Yi's eyelids twitched, and he could hardly control himself, and snatched the source of the incense power.

After a deep feeling, he said in surprise:
"Where did you steal such pure incense power?"

"Impossible! Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince cannot..."

Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth and said:

"Don't ask me where I got it from. You are not worthy to know."

"We are leaving now. You should continue your training. By the way, don't think of telling the news secretly. You will die without a burial place!"

Say it.

Emperor Yang of Sui and Emperor Gaozu of Han, Liu Bang, disappeared.

Soon, the hazy fog around slowly dissipated, and the nine divine dragons from the Taiyi Golden Fairyland seemed to have noticed nothing at all and continued on their way.

And the beauties beside Yang Yi continued to serve Yang Yi.

This strange scene made Yang Yi feel for the first time that he seemed to be on a pirate ship.

After taking a look at the source of divine power in the incense in his hand, Yang Yi thought to himself:

"To seek the skin of a tiger?"

"Such a method is simply unpredictable. Could it be that other dynasties really want to plunge the Sui Dynasty into civil strife?"

"Father... your son... I really can't accept this..." (End of this chapter)