After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"It is really hard for me to accept this!"

The Third Prince's face flushed red, and his voice trembled with anger. He was always gentle and polite in front of everyone, but at this moment, it was as if someone had taken off his disguise, and his face became hideous, and his eyes were bloodshot because of extreme excitement. The greed and ambition hidden in the deepest part of his heart could no longer be concealed.

"But it doesn't matter. Since you, the emperor, are so stingy with the throne that symbolizes supreme power, then I, your son, can only be forced to help you."

The third prince spoke through gritted teeth, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Look at you now, your hair has started to turn white, and the wrinkles on your face can no longer be hidden.

You are old, father!

It is time to step down, let others take care of you, and enjoy a comfortable and peaceful old age."

Hearing these words, Emperor Jiade, who was originally sitting on a high seat and casually fiddling with a string of Hetian jade beads on his wrist with his fingers, suddenly raised his head and stared at the third prince below with a sharp gaze.

He slowly put the Hetian jade beads in his hand back on his wrist, then raised one eyebrow expressionlessly and said coldly, "Why, I underestimated you, Third Brother.

From what you said, are you trying to force the emperor to revolt?"

Faced with the sharp gaze and cold questioning of Emperor Jiade, the Third Prince's heart trembled, but he quickly pretended to be calm.

He feigned respect and bowed to Emperor Jiade, and replied with a fake smile, "Father, please calm down. I have absolutely no such intention.

I just feel that given your current health condition, it is not appropriate for you to continue to worry about state affairs.

This action of yours is purely out of filial piety, and I just hope to share some of the pressure for your father.

As long as you are willing to write an edict of succession and pass the throne to your son, you can still retain the title of emperor emeritus and live your life comfortably.

In this way, wouldn’t everyone be happy?

I'm sure the ministers present here won't have any objections, right?"

After saying this, the third prince turned around triumphantly and waved behind him.

Then, a heavy sound of footsteps was heard, and a group of fully armed soldiers rushed into the palace like a tide, instantly surrounding the entire Qinzheng Palace. These soldiers were holding sharp weapons, with solemn expressions, and exuding a chilling murderous aura.

"If I do not agree to pass the throne to you today, Third Brother, will you still kill your father and the king?"

Emperor Jiade stood up from the dragon throne with an angry face. His originally majestic face now seemed a little distorted because of anger.

He clenched his fists tightly and walked down the stairs slowly, step by step. Each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, and finally he stood steadily in front of the third prince.

At this moment, Emperor Jiade looked at this son who usually gave him no worries, as if he had never seen him before. However, at this moment, all he saw in his eyes was ambition and endless greed.

Facing the questioning of the Jiade Emperor, the Third Prince seemed unusually calm. He bowed slightly and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Your Majesty, you are too kind.

I have always respected you, so how could I do such a rebellious thing?

It's just that I had anticipated your reaction now."