"Father Emperor, your child has been so busy with affairs of state lately that there's been no time to come and pay respects to Father Emperor every day. Please forgive the neglect, Father Emperor!"

The new emperor sounded full of self-reproach.

That puzzled the Xuan Emperor even more. He had expected the new emperor to come storming in, demanding an explanation. Instead, his son was perfectly calm.

Then his gaze swept over Zong Sibo, who stood behind the new emperor, the very picture of deference.

He knew his own son well. If he was this calm, he had to be up to something.

"You've come about this emperor deposing you, haven't you?"

The new emperor didn't bother hiding it. He nodded. "Exactly!"

The Xuan Emperor looked at him. "This emperor's mind is made up. What will you do?"

A vicious look came into the new emperor's eyes.

"Father Emperor is truly heartless. Your child was raised by your own hands and is your own son. By doing this, Father Emperor means to nail your child to the pillar of shame, to stink for ten thousand years.

Your child just doesn't understand. We are flesh and blood, and that Ning Chen is nothing but an outsider. Why go this far?"

The Xuan Emperor looked at him. "You are this emperor's son, but the people of the Great Xuan are this emperor's subjects too... If you were truly a fit emperor, why would this emperor have gone this far?

Take a good look at the Great Xuan now, full of holes, the people with no way to live. What right do you have left to sit on the dragon throne?

It was this emperor who passed the throne to you, and all of this is this emperor's fault... So this emperor has no choice but to set right what has gone wrong."

"Set right what has gone wrong?" The new emperor's face was full of fury. "Who's the one gone wrong, and who's the one in the right? I'm the one in the right! I'm of the imperial blood. I'm your own…