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Chapter 227 You are not my biological son

Chu Yi stared closely at Chu Yan, who was getting paler, and then looked at Emperor Qi, who was leaning on the couch with a sickly look on his face. He couldn't control the excitement in his heart.

"Father, my sons can also do very well."

However, as soon as these words came out of his mouth, Emperor Qi snorted suddenly, picked up the teacup next to him and threw it at Chu Yi hard.

The tea cup hit Chu Yi's forehead impartially, causing a deep wound immediately. Blood flowed down his cheek and dripped to the ground, staining his clothes, revealing a dark red color.

"Well done? Chu Yi, Chu Yi, I'm still alive and well!" Emperor Qi scolded angrily.

He, the father, is still alive, but Chu Yi, the son, is already impatient to force himself to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy.

Facing Emperor Qi's rebuke, Chu Yi still had the same smile on his face as before. He reached out and touched his forehead, and his fingers were immediately stained red with blood.

"It's not that I want to force you to take the Zen position. It's you who have been forcing me to become the emperor of Dashuo. Isn't it good?"

Chu Yi's voice was as calm as water, and there was no trace of waves: "Besides, in what way is my son inferior to Chu Yan? Ever since you were a child, have your eyes ever lingered on my body for a moment?"

At this point, Chu Yi's somewhat calm eyes became a little turbulent.

Everyone said that Chu Yan's biological mother was the most cherished and beloved person by Emperor Qi, so it was natural that Emperor Qi favored Chu Yan.

But what should the other princes think? Aren't they his children?

Especially Chu Yao and himself, even during the long ten years when Chu Yan went to Dongyi Kingdom, they could not get any more care from Emperor Qi.

I still remember that that year, he suddenly fell seriously ill. The severity of his illness was no less than that of Chu Yan back then. He had a high fever all day long.

His mother-in-law stayed by the bed day and night to take good care of him. At that time, he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that his father could stay by his side like he did with Chu Yan, but in the end, it was just an extravagant hope.

Until he recovered, he had never seen his father, let alone received a word of concern from him.

Every time he thought about this, Chu Yi's face could not help but reveal a trace of resentment.

How can he be calm? He was so angry!
"Your mother-in-law killed the queen, how can I give you a good look?"

Emperor Qi suddenly raised his head, stared at Chu Yi with cold eyes, and said slowly: "I have not investigated the matter of raising a son for others in vain all these years."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yi opened his eyes wide. What does it mean to raise a son for someone else?
"What do you mean?"

After listening to Chu Yi's question, Emperor Qi looked at Chu Yan: "How about this play, you did it yourself, but are you still satisfied with it?"

From the time Chu Xan took him back to the palace, handed him the letter about Concubine Shu's affair, and brought the man to him, Emperor Qi knew how thoughtful his son was.

Since you have to do something, you must do it absolutely, so as not to give others a chance to stand up.

This was something he taught him when he was young. Unexpectedly, he was now using it against himself.

"Chengchong."

Chu Yan did not respond to Emperor Qi's words, but called out to the outside. Not long after, Cheng Chong escorted a man in. The man looked a little young, with a somewhat dead expression on his face.

"uncle?"

But Chu Yi recognized at a glance that Zhenbei Marquis Yan Ji was also his uncle.

Cheng Chong sneered: "His Royal Highness Prince Liang, this is your father." "How presumptuous!"

When Chu Yi heard this, he drew his sword and was about to stab Cheng Chong. Cheng Chong held Yan Yi in his hand to resist, but Chu Yi hurriedly stopped.

"If it's true or not, why don't you invite Concubine Shu to come here and we'll find out once you ask."

Chu Yan opened his thin lips lightly and his voice came out leisurely.

Perhaps because he stood for too long, he slowly walked to one side and sat down.

Although his face was still slightly pale, his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he didn't look as terminally ill or dying as before.

Chu Yi couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Did he unknowingly fall into his carefully designed trap?

"You haven't been affected by 'Ruomengfusheng'?" Chu Yi asked in disbelief with his eyes widened.

"Thanks to Third Brother's care, I won't die yet." The corners of Chu Yan's mouth raised slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup placed next to him and took a sip of tea. Suddenly, the whole scene fell into dead silence again, and the atmosphere became extremely solemn.

At this moment, the door of Zichen Palace was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang. Ying Dong stood at the door and escorted Concubine Shu into the palace.

Concubine Shu's wrists were tightly bound, but the expression on her face was quite calm. However, when her eyes met Yan Yi, a flash of panic flashed across her face.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please save me!"

Concubine Shu struggled to break away from Ying Dong's restraints and ran toward Emperor Qi with staggering steps. She was about to throw herself in front of Emperor Qi, but was stopped by Chai Guangfu in time.

"Concubine Shu, from what the prince said, there seems to be an affair between you and the Marquis of Zhenbei." Emperor Qi looked at Yan Siyun in front of him with a smile on his face.

His eyes seemed to have already seen everything through, and he was just waiting for Concubine Shu to stop herself.

"The Marquis of Zhenbei is my elder brother!"

Concubine Shu turned her head, glared at Chu Yan fiercely, and said sternly: "Even if His Royal Highness wants to frame me, you have to find other reasons to make it justified."

Although she was extremely nervous, she still managed to remain calm, because she had already dealt with all the people and evidence against her, and it was absolutely impossible for Chu Yan to find out.

Chu Yan lowered his head slightly and said softly: "Shu Fei, do you really think that I am here to reason with you?"

Then, he continued in a cold tone: "Chu Yi ambushed a large number of private soldiers outside Shangjing City, and there are also his followers and minions in the palace. What he planned was a serious crime of disobedience. Even if there was no such thing today, he There is no escape from death.”

After speaking, Chu Yan slowly raised his hand, and Ying Dong on the side immediately stepped forward and presented the evidence in his hand to him.

After Chu Yan took it, a slightly mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It's a pity. I think it would be a pity if the third brother didn't know who his biological father was until his death."

On the yellowed paper, there are fonts stained by tears, and letters are all exchanges between Concubine Shu and Yan Yi.

She moved her lips and saw Chu Yan standing up, his eyes as if he said with substance: "I'm just a sworn brother, why can't I do it?"

He just wants them to bear the infamy that is shameful to the world even if they die. Death is not difficult, but life is the most difficult thing.

Emperor Qi: The general has such a big cuckold, and it was given to him by his own son.

Chu Yan: You’re welcome.