The Emperor stared coldly at the son before him.
He had never imagined that one day, his own son would force him to abdicate.
He said flatly, "Shen Congrong, I am still the Emperor. Take your sword away!"
Though his situation was dire, the Emperor's authority remained.
Shen Congrong paused, but ultimately lowered his sword.
'Besides, all the men outside are mine. The Emperor can't pull any tricks.'
'So what if he was once a decisive and ruthless ruler? Isn't he now just fish on my chopping block?'
Just as Shen Congrong was thinking this, a sharp pain shot through his leg.
He looked down to see a short arrow embedded in his leg.
His expression changed. He moved to seize the Emperor again, but just then, a black shadow shot out from under the Emperor's desk like a bolt of lightning, knocking the sword from his hand.
The next moment, a dagger was already pressed against his neck.
Shen Congrong froze and turned his head to look.
