If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

Zhao Yu lowered his head and looked at Wei An, who was trembling on the ground.

He didn't immediately react or question anyone; he simply stepped forward, squatted down, and looked directly at the bloodless face.

This action terrified Wei An more than any thunderous rage.

The Imperial Guards around him gripped their sword hilts, their killing intent held but not unleashed. The courtyard was so quiet that only Wei An's heavy, rapid breathing could be heard.

"What promises did Zhao Yu make to you?" Zhao Yu's tone was calm, revealing no emotion. "To make you betray me?"

This question sent a chill down Wei An's spine.

Under the immense pressure from Qiu Ping and Meng Qianshan, his psychological defenses had long since crumbled.

"No...no promises were made..."

Zhao Yu didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly.

Wei An felt uneasy under his gaze and finally couldn't bear the pressure of his silence, so he blurted everything out.

"It's Eunuch Hai... A few days ago, Eunuch Hai found this servant."

"I was originally one of his adopted sons, but he had about a hundred adopted sons, and I was always inconspicuous..."

"Originally, this servant did not want to pay attention to it, but he told this servant the truth... and promised that when Zhao Yu... when the true dragon emperor returns, he will guarantee this servant a position as the head of the Imperial Stables."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu's lips curled into a smile, and he stood up, resuming his condescending demeanor.

"The head of the Imperial Horse Stables?"

He chuckled and asked, "Isn't that the seat I'm giving you right now?"

Moreover, you are now a favorite of mine, second only to me, above all others.

Is this really not as good as the Imperial Horse Stable Directorate Seal given by Zhao Yu?

This question instantly made Wei An's eyes redden, and he cried out:

"But Your Majesty, you are not real! You cannot be real!"

It will be exposed someday!

When all the countries rise up to attack, how will you defend yourself?

"If I follow you, I will only meet a gruesome end!"

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in the silent courtyard.

Meng Qianshan's fingers tightened suddenly around the knife hilt, his heart filled with alarm.

"What?! His Majesty is an imposter?!"

He instinctively wanted to look at the people around him, wanting to ask them something.

But he found that none of the Imperial Guards around him reacted, so he swallowed his words back, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

Zhao Yu ignored Meng Qianshan's shock. He simply looked down at Wei An, his voice low but clear.

"I can cultivate the Earth Dragon Eight Desolations Technique, and I can cultivate the royal family's martial arts. Who dares to say that I am not the Emperor of Great Liang?"

These words were resounding and carried an undeniable force.

Meng Qianshan's heart, which had been somewhat agitated by Wei An's words, instantly calmed down.

Yes, it is a secret technique of the royal family that can only be practiced by those with true dragon blood; this is a consensus throughout the world.

Since His Majesty is capable of cultivation, then he is indeed the Son of Heaven!

Wei An shook his head in despair, his voice trembling with tears and bitterness.

"How could I not know?"

Your Majesty, this servant truly does not know why you are able to cultivate these techniques.

But... but once this is exposed, the other kingdoms won't care whether you have blood or not!

"Such a thing as a cuckoo taking over another's nest is absolutely unacceptable to any country!"

Zhao Yu's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

He had considered the consequences of his identity being exposed: a falling out in the court and unrest among the people.

The most serious scenario would be the Prince of Zhennan leading a million-strong army to besiege the city.

But he never imagined that other kingdoms would also besiege him!

Seeing that Zhao Yu remained silent, Wei An assumed that his words had worked and continued to shout in his hoarse voice.

"Bloodline is more important than life itself in this world!"

"Your Majesty, you don't understand!"

Brothers fighting each other, fathers and sons killing each other, vying for the throne—these are common occurrences in all countries, and people generally tolerate them.

Even if the meat is rotten, it's still in the pot; the empire remains the same, belonging to the imperial family.

"But if it's an outsider impersonating someone else, that's a different story!"

All royal families will join forces to wipe them out!

Because they are also afraid that this kind of thing will happen to them!

This is digging up the roots of all royalty!

These words struck Zhao Yu's heart like a series of heavy hammer blows.

At that moment, he suddenly realized the truth.

Who exactly is my enemy?

Are they a powerful, corrupt family that is like a termite to the main beam?

Is it a wolf kingdom eyeing us covetously?

Do not!

neither!

He is destined to stand at the pinnacle of the world; his enemies are all the kingdoms of this world!

If he wants to truly establish himself in this world, he will inevitably have to become an enemy of the world sooner or later!

A long, deathly silence fell over the courtyard.

The wind blew by, stirring up a few withered leaves on the ground.

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the heaviness in his chest and replacing it with an unprecedented clarity.

He looked at Wei An on the ground, his tone revealing no emotion.

"You're right."

"It seems that my journey is still long."

Upon hearing Zhao Yu agree with his point of view, Wei An felt as if he had grasped at the last straw and hurriedly kowtowed, his forehead hitting the ground with a loud thud.

"Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is truly wise!"

"This servant was also confused for a moment, and was blinded by Zhao Yu and Hai Ping'an!"

"Your Majesty, please spare my life, for I have served you for so many days!"

"This humble servant is willing to serve Your Majesty like an ox or a horse, even unto death!"

Zhao Yu smiled.

"No need."

He waved his hand gently.

Qiu Ping, who was standing to the side, stepped forward without hesitation.

The gleaming blade flashed and disappeared in an instant.

puff.

The embroidered spring knife pierced Wei An's back cleanly and decisively, the tip of the knife protruding from his chest, bringing with it a handful of scalding hot blood.

"Uh...ah..."

Wei An's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

He looked down in disbelief at the knife tip in his chest, his life force rapidly draining away.

Only at this moment did he truly regret it.

He doesn't regret making the wrong choice.

Instead, he betrayed his own belief—greed!

Although Zhao Yu is a fake, he might succeed if he persists down this path!

But he unusually chose to play it safe, and it was this choice that brought him to his end...

Wei An opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his body went limp and he fell to the ground, silent forever.

Qiu Ping drew his knife, wiped the blood off Wei An's clothes, and sheathed it. He remained expressionless throughout the process, as if he had merely crushed an ant.

Zhao Yu didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground before turning and walking out of the courtyard.

"Clean it up."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qiu Ping bowed in response and quickly followed.