The Queen of Charm

Chapter 419 Hidden Secrets

The scream of laughter, the laughter reveals endless despair.

From Ling Zihan's appearance, he already understood the ending, knowing that moths are rushing to the flames, but still desperate for the slightest hope.

"Brother Bahuang, do you know how much I hate you when I saw you since I was a child?" He supported the small feet of the painting table, stood up tremblingly, and his steps were flimsy, "Father loves you so much that I even treat you as a The substitute is only paving the way for you so that you can become emperor smoothly. Do you know how much I envy you and how much I hate you?"

In the last sentence, he roared with all his might.

Looking at the dignified young man in purple who was looking directly at him, his eyes were bloodshot, red and bulging.

The fighting at the window has been quiet, and the remaining window paper is scarlet, bit by bit.

His back is tall and tall, under the orange candlestick, there is endless loneliness.

He lowered his head and vomited, a puddle of blood appeared on the white jade, spreading like rouge, it was obscure.

Seeing the Yin Hong vomited out by Ling Junhao on the ground, Ling Zihan's eyes flickered slightly, "I don't care about the path you walk and the tragedy you create." Of course, she did not deny Ling Junhao's words, but because Feng The emperor worked hard, but she didn't want to wade into this muddy water, and there was no need for her to fight for the position of crown prince.

She had already prepared to give up this position.

He waved his sleeves and retreated.

The moment she turned around, Ling Junhao picked up the silver sword on the ground and rushed over desperately.

When the silver sword head was about to pierce into the back, she dodged slightly, and slashed Ling Junhao's neck with a hand knife.

At the moment of fainting, Ling Junhao was still staring at her with a look of unwillingness.

The Golden Palace.

Civil and military officials stood on both sides, and a man with disheveled hair lay in the center of the hall.

Pointing at him, shaking his head and sighing.

When Ling Junhao woke up, the first thing he saw was the stunning purple court gown. Just as he was about to get up, he was pressed down hard by someone and knelt down.

As the saying goes, family ugliness cannot be made public.

Fenghuang also had a rather ugly expression on his face.

Ling Junhao saw it again, and kept flogging his disappointed eyes.

"Nizi, what else do you have to say!"

"Oh, I have nothing to say." He raised his head and asked bluntly, "But I only ask one question, are you really willing to hand over the country to an outsider, and you are not willing to hand it over to your own son? "

When he said this, he glanced at Ling Zihan with exposed eyes, and sneered on his lips.

These civil and military officials were very lively when they heard it.

"What do you mean? The succession is naturally handed over to the prince, how could it be handed over to an outsider?"

"Maybe His Royal Highness is confused."

However, amidst the heated discussions among civil and military officials, Fenghuang was strangely silent.

Ling Jinmo pouted her brows and pursed her lips tightly.

"Father, let me call you Father for the last time. You have brought up children for others for so many years, and even treated your own flesh and blood. Is it all worth it? Hehe, if I make all this public, the people you have worked so hard to protect will still be worth it." Is there any life left?"

Dragging the heavy iron chain, Ling Junhao approached step by step, his face distorted, hideous and terrifying.

"Father, tell me, why don't you answer? Could it be that you have a guilty conscience, or that everything I said is correct."

Hearing the crisp sound of the touch, Ling Junhao directly dropped the iron chain in his hand to the ground, accompanied by his growling questioning.

The ministers took a step back in fear and looked at each other.

"Nizi!" Fenghuang became angry from embarrassment, but because of too much movement, he vomited blood suddenly, and his whole body trembled with anger, "Who told you these, who told you!"

"Father..." The other princes called out again and again.

Seeing it in Ling Junhao's eyes, she felt a little unbearable, but then she remembered something, and the trace of unbearable quickly disappeared completely.

He turned his head to look at Ling Zihan, "Eighth Emperor Brother, do you want to know your identity?" His eyes were filled with madness and reckless destruction, as he lured his prey like a hunter, "If you want to know, I will I can tell you."

(End of this chapter)