C41

Although the slip of paper was destroyed, for some reason, the image of the slip of paper would appear in Second Prince's mind from time to time. The words on it were deeply engraved in his heart.

Should he go or not?

In his mutterings, Second Prince sat in the study room, unmoving, not listening. His entire body was numb, but he did not have any reaction.

As a competitor for the throne, he could clearly feel the risks involved. Even though there was just a slight difference, there were many times when what he did was not what people thought he would do.

However, there were still many people who were able to decipher the meaning behind those words. To be honest, they were scheming and scheming. The battle for the throne was like a massive whirlpool that swept him into it.

He could not get out of it. He could only follow the flow and add fuel to the fire at the right time, allowing him to break free one day.

If he didn't want to drag it out, he would be hanged in the whirlpool. If he struggled, he might still have a chance at survival.

But who knew that after spending so much capital, he would only be able to hang on in a situation that was detrimental to him.

He was also a prince, and also a competitor for the throne. He believed himself to be no worse than the First Prince, and was even more outstanding than him, and just because his mother was weak, he was suppressed without any resistance.

There was even a posture where he could not even lift his head. Second Prince's heart had never been at peace before, anger was constantly spiralling about in his heart.

However, his experiences told him that if he didn't have strength, he could only hold it in. In his injustice, in his fury, he could only hold it in. He would never be able to cure his illness.

Today, the appearance of this piece of paper caused his eyes to light up, but he was also at a loss as to whether he should bet once or not.

Although the current situation was not good for him, as long as he maintained his current position, he could continue to struggle on.

He knew very well that if he were to make a mistake, he would be doomed forever. He wasn't the only one that would die, many other people would.

All of the people who supported him would be annihilated. Second Prince hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, he was like a gambler, hesitating and conflicted over the matter of buying big or small items.

All sorts of scenes flashed through his mind as he thought about it.

Sometimes it was about him, sometimes it was about the current him, and sometimes it was about the people from the First Prince. Especially those people who had never fought over him or the First Prince.

Right now, they were either imprisoned or disabled. The forces and people who followed them had either turned their backs on them or become ghosts on the execution grounds.

The scene of blood flowing like a river during the execution was still fresh in his mind. No matter how hard Second Prince tried, he could not forget it.

Even now that he thought about it, the fear, anger, and other negative emotions were still haunting him.

It made him feel like he was about to go crazy. It was a mental tearing that made his eyes turn red.

"Bang ~ ~ ~"

With a loud noise, the table was turned into a piece of scrap wood. A powerful force was attached to the piece of wood and some hidden weapons were drawn on the table. The pieces of wood flew all over the place. In an instant, everything in the study was destroyed.

Regarding this, Second Prince didn't even look at it, and only gnashed his teeth while saying: I absolutely, absolutely won't let myself end up like that!

In his rage, Second Prince clenched his fists, the veins on his arms bulging, vines that looked like cannibals crawling on his arms one after another.

A fierce aura spread out, and the entire room was filled with a murderous aura.

With a cold face, killing intent flashed deep within his eyes. The Second Prince who had a cold smile on his face took a deep breath and said coldly: If I don't succeed, then I will die!

The Second Prince decided to go for broke. Right now, the situation in the capital was too disadvantageous for him.

Fear and anger lingered in the Second Prince's heart at all times, as though there was a dull knife slicing through flesh, separating the flesh on his body every single day and every moment.

That kind of pain, that kind of mental torture, was like being toyed with.

Second Prince knew that only one person could live with him and First Prince at this moment in time. He was in a different situation than the other princes.

All along, he had been the biggest threat of the First Prince to the people! This sentence wasn't completely useless. Second Prince knew that he was being too popular among the people.

This was a threat to the First Prince. Even the upper echelons would not allow someone with a better reputation than him to sleep peacefully.

This was also one of the reasons that they had decided to give First Prince a place in the throne. They did not like Second Prince like him today either, as his reputation was too good, and so the commoners only knew of the Second Prince but not the other princes or even today.

This was also the reason why the First Prince would let the other princes live, and wouldn't let him go either.

The current situation was such that even if he was struggling to survive, he did not have a chance. He did not know when, but a bloody butcher's knife would come chopping down from his head.

Especially recently, First Prince was using the power in his hands and the power of an influential family to push back and suppress and even remove the power from Second Prince's hands.

This power was accumulated from nothing to nothing by the countless effort expended by the Second Prince. Once it disintegrated, he would no longer have any way to turn the situation around.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Second Prince's heart grew even colder.

He decided to bet this time, no matter what the result was, he decided to end that kind of situation where he was being cut apart by the dull knife everyday. Even if he had to die, he would do it in full force, at least cripple First Prince.

Anger will let a person go to the extreme, and extreme anger will allow a person to do things that they would never have done before.

"Knock knock ~ ~ ~"

Your Highness, it's time to rest.

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Second Prince's train of thoughts. Only then did he look up in an instant, realizing that it was already night, and that someone had unknowingly placed a light switch outside the study.

The faint yellow light followed the sound of the wind as it brightened and dimmed. It was like life, rising and falling.

There was very little light reflected in the study room, but at this moment, the path ahead was clear.

Taking a deep breath, Second Prince replied with his usual tone: "Let's go!"

Yes, Your Highness! The servant remained respectful, as usual, but Second Prince's state of mind had changed, becoming more vicious than before.

Although it looked no different from before, the difference could only be felt by those in the game.

At this time, Lu Chen, who had been hiding inside the run-down temple outside of the capital city, was blowing cold wind. He frowned and gnawed on his rations, feeling uneasy. Sigh … I don't have much experience in society, so I didn't have a good plan. What's important is that I'm trying to beat the crap out of you!