Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties
Chapter 825 - 823 Too Adventurous

Chapter 825: Chapter 823 Too Adventurous

It took a good while before someone dared to speak up weakly: "Prince San, why not consider the long-term plan?"

"Indeed, this action is far too risky."

"Please, Prince, think it over thrice!"

The crowd agreed in unison.

Seeing that each and every one of them was disagreeing with him, Prince San’s facial expression quickly became overcast, flinging his sleeve and cursing in anger: "A bunch of cowards!"

"The greater the risk, the greater the reward. Haven’t you ever heard that saying?"

"Haven’t you considered that now within the entire imperial court, I am the only prince left? Isn’t the throne destined to be mine sooner or later? Therefore, wouldn’t it be better for me to ascend to the throne earlier rather than later? Or do you all truly wish to wait until several decades later for me to ascend, then grant ranks and titles to you supporters who will be old and senile, or perhaps even dead by that time?"

He roared angrily.

One has to admit, that roar suddenly made everyone present feel their minds heat up on the spot.

Indeed, do they truly all want to wait until death before receiving such great honor?

The people exchanged looks, filled with reluctance.

If they had no glory while living, what good would it do to be granted a title by the emperor after they’re dead?

Moreover, now that the royal family only has Prince San as the legitimate heir, and the others are either severely injured or in dire straits, even if they fail this time, the emperor wouldn’t be able to do much to Prince San.

"Prince, your humble servant is willing to help you ascend to the throne!" Finally, someone was moved by this impassioned promise.

Following that, more and more people began to join in.

"Your humble servant is also willing."

"Your humble servant as well."

Prince San’s lips almost stretched to the back of his ears with joy, his smile nearly spilling over his cheeks: "Good! Very good! I will never let you down when the time comes!"

Prince San was a man of action; he did as he said.

Seizing the right moment, he immediately led people to stage a palace coup.

Prince San said with a face full of smugness and arrogance: "Father Emperor, the entire imperial palace is now surrounded by me. If you are wise, immediately draft the Abdication Decree for me, cede the position to me, and you can then be at ease as the Emperor Emeritus. I assure you that your life will be just as luxurious as before. But if you don’t, then do not blame your son for being impolite!"

As he spoke, his tone gradually turned menacing, his gaze filled with venom, as if he wouldn’t mind killing him personally.

"You... you!" The emperor raged, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood straight from his lungs, shattering the inkstone on the table before him: "You rebellious son! How dare you commit such an atrocity!"

Prince San was fearless, tilting up his chin, with a defiant unperturbed look on his face.

Noble Consort Lang, who was accompanying the emperor in the Imperial Study, suddenly burst into laughter, clapping her hands and staring at Prince San with a mocking look: "Little third brother, you finally showed up. This consort has waited a long time for you."

Since her own son met with disaster, Noble Consort Lang had thought that Prince San and Prince Si were behind it, hence she had been confronting them. But later she came to a realization; her son was ruined, but she must secure a future path for herself.

Thus, she cast her lot with Prince San.

"Are you on his side too?" The emperor, seeing her face filled with satisfaction, almost popped his eyes out in shock, not expecting his consort to be in cahoots with his son.

"Indeed." With things having come to this, Noble Consort Lang openly admitted it, her red lips sneering: "Your Majesty should not be so shocked, after all, it was thanks to you that I joined forces with the third son. You were the one who banished my son to that Cold Land!"

Her eyes were full of hatred, wishing she could carve up the man before her into thousands of pieces.

As a mother forced to watch her child suffer such a calamity, a calamity given by his own biological father, how could she not hate!

She hated him so much that her teeth itched, wishing she could apply every cruel torture in the world upon him.

If not for him, why would she have turned to support Prince San?

The Emperor was greatly shocked, disbelieving, looking at her with disappointment and heartache, explaining: "The reason I punished the eldest was that he lost all sense of character and virtue!"

If he could, he wouldn’t want to treat his own son so harshly, and this was his firstborn, his very first child.

But how could such a disreputable person be the Emperor?

Furthermore, if he didn’t punish him, how would the people of the world ridicule the imperial family, ridicule him as the Emperor?

Upon hearing these words, Noble Consort Lang suddenly became like a madwoman, hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot and tearful, shouting shrilly: "But he is also your son! Regardless, you are the chief culprit who ruined him! You! It’s you!"

The Emperor, so angered that he spits out another mouthful of blood, exclaimed: "You are completely unreasonable!"

The fresh blood happened to spill onto Noble Consort Lang’s face, but she seemed to not notice, staring with cold eyes as she drew the sword next to her, pressing it against his neck: "Enough, stop your pointless talk, hurry up and write the Abdication Decree, otherwise I wouldn’t mind ending you myself, Your Majesty."

Her lips curled into a mocking sneer.

The Emperor’s eyes seemed on the verge of bursting, and red with fury, he would have never imagined that this woman he doted on so heavily could act so insanely.

"In your dreams!"

Grinding his teeth, the Emperor refused to write no matter what.

"Damn it! You dare not write? Do you believe that I would really kill you?" Upon hearing this, Prince San suddenly became frantic, viciously clutching his father’s throat with both hands.

"Kill me, if you dare. If you do, everyone under heaven will know you are an Emperor who committed regicide, who would then acknowledge your rule, ha ha ha!" The Emperor never imagined that he would meet such an end after living most of his life, his eyes filled with both disappointment and regret, but more than anything, he was resigned.

Even if he died, he would absolutely not write an abdication decree for this unfilial son.

He wanted him to become an Emperor reviled by all!

Prince San could hardly ignore his father’s malicious thoughts, trembling with rage, his grip tightened: "You think I wouldn’t dare, don’t you?"

His grip tightened as if addicted to the act.

The Emperor’s face quickly turned the color of a pig’s liver due to suffocation, his eyes rolling wildly, looking like a fish stranded on shore at the brink of death, about to lose its breath at any moment.

Prince San’s men could hardly let him actually kill his own father, they quickly pulled at him: "Prince, calm down, cool off a bit. If you kill the Emperor like this, it will be most detrimental to your ascension to the throne."

Otherwise, the spit of the common people could drown him, and even if he managed to ascend to the throne, he would not sit steadily!

Only then did Prince San release the Emperor angrily, throwing him on the ground like trash: "Then what should we do now?"

The advisor quickly offered a suggestion: "It’s simple, as long as the Emperor dies of illness, even without an Abdication Decree, your ascension to the throne will be perfectly justified."