There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 897
On Fenghuang's pale face, he burst into laughter suddenly, and laughed happily.

"Father, is he really your son and my seventh brother?"

"No, I don't have his son, and I don't recognize him. In my heart, he is a bastard, a humble, lowly bastard. I never regarded him as a son. His birth was a mistake. If It wasn't for gaining the power of the Yu family, I already got rid of him in my stomach. What I regret most in my life is that I didn't get rid of him completely after gaining power."

Hiss...

If they hadn't heard it with their own eyes, everyone couldn't believe it. This is what a father can say.

Yang Churuo conditionedly looked at Feng Ling, but saw that although Feng Ling stood up straight and had no expression on his face, his hands were creaking and trembling, which proved the ups and downs in his heart at this moment.

No matter who it is, no matter what kind of grievances or grievances it has, it is impossible to be indifferent or feel distressed when hearing what my father said.

"I thought that if I sent you as a hostage, you would be tortured to death by the people of Chu State. I thought that if you became the princess's male favourite, you would lose all dignity in your life. I thought you would be worse off." Death, but I didn't expect that these shames would not be able to break you, hahahaha... It was my miscalculation, it was my failure, but I don't regret it, because I know that you must have had a bad life these years."

Fenghuang laughed wildly, but none of the people present would pity him, let alone make people feel a little bit of sympathy.

"Why, why did you do this? He is your own son after all, why did you abuse him like this?" Zuo Xiang couldn't help but frowned. To this day, he still can't believe it. Is it really what the Seventh Prince said? , His existence will make him feel that his throne is not bright?
"If you want to blame, you can only blame him. You should not be reborn in the concubine's belly. If you want to blame, you can only blame him. If you don't die in the womb, you can only blame his existence. It will threaten my throne."

"But he is also your biological son..." the general roared.

"I don't have this son, I never had this son, I don't recognize him."

Feng Ling suddenly laughed, laughing wildly and recklessly, if you look carefully, you can see that there is still bitterness in his eyes.

"You don't have my son, do you think I have you as your father? You don't even have the qualifications to make me hate you. Don't you only have your other sons in your eyes? Then I will do what you want."

"What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Of course I let them accompany you, lest you be alone in the underworld." Feng Ling's eyes were hardened, full of murderous intent, he waved his hand, and said coldly, "Hang him to death."

"Yes." Ah Xing took the silk cloth, wrapped it around his hands a few times, and walked in front of the Fourth Prince step by step.

The fourth prince retreated step by step, looked at A Xing in horror, and wanted to escape from here, but he just took a step, and was captured by A Xing, kicked him, and was forced to kneel on the ground.

The fourth prince urgently begged for mercy, "Seventh Emperor Brother, I am your emperor brother, you can't treat me like this, we all have the same flesh and blood, Seventh Emperor Brother."

Feng Ling looked out the window, his impeccably beautiful face was full of indifference, "You are wrong, I, Feng Ling, have no siblings, I only have my concubine mother."

The fourth prince still wanted to beg for mercy, A Xing rolled a silk cloth, wrapped it around the fourth prince's neck from behind, and strangled it backwards. The strength in his hands was tightened, and then tightened again, so that the fourth prince struggled continuously, suffocated for a while, and felt death came towards him.

(End of this chapter)