Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 2189: Chapter 2189: Of Course It’s Your Fault!

“What is this thing called conscience?”

The Ninth Prince looked at the Emperor Zhong and let out a mocking laugh.

“My conscience? It disappeared long ago with your daily assassination attempts. If not for the well-being of the people of the Central Imperial Country, do you really think you could still sit securely on the throne?”

“You… you…”

The Emperor stammered, repeating the word “you” several times, but failed to say anything concrete.

He is the Emperor. Does wanting to kill a prince who threatens his throne make him at fault? After all, wasn’t it the Ninth Prince who stubbornly clung to military power and refused to relinquish it?

If the Ninth Prince had handed over his military control, would he have been targeted for assassination?

“Ninth Brother, you are merely a leisurely prince—holding such enormous military power is completely inappropriate!” The Emperor struggled for a long time, but this was all he could muster in an attempt to remind the Ninth Prince.

Indeed, wasn’t it true? He was just a prince, but the military power in his hands exceeded even that of the Emperor himself. Who wouldn’t feel threatened?

“So, now you’re blaming me?”

The Ninth Prince sneered coldly and countered. The military power in his hands had been bestowed upon him by the Emperor Zhong. Why should he give it up?

Taking a step back, what benefit would there be in relinquishing it?

If fifty thousand troops fell into the hands of the Emperor Zhong, wouldn’t it only plunge the Plant Plane into chaos once more? The Emperor Zhong would not rest until the Plant Plane was utterly disturbed.

“Of course, it’s your fault!”

“Silence!”

The Empress could no longer bear to listen and angrily rebuked him.

At this point, he still had the nerve to blame others? Was today’s disaster not entirely of his own making?

“Emperor, even now, do you still not repent?” she asked.

“I did nothing wrong! Everything I’ve done has been for the Central Imperial Country. If the Yiinn Family had been willing to submit to me, none of this would’ve happened. This has nothing to do with me!”

The Emperor Zhong had given up all pretense. Knowing that death was inevitable today, he began to speak his mind freely.

“Do you really think the People of the Yiinn Family are so righteous? They have monopolized the Yiinn Stone Space, reaping countless benefits from it. Why should the countless treasures in the Yiinn Stone Space belong only to them?”

“Tsk.”

An Jiuyue clicked her tongue lightly.

After traveling through so many planes, it was truly the first time she had heard such an argument.

“Why, you ask? Simply because the Yiinn Family was chosen by the Demon Heart Hall. And why do you think you could take their place? Is it because you’re ugly, or because your brain is empty and your limbs are equally incompetent?”

“You—”

The Emperor Zhong wanted to retort.

But when he looked up and saw who stood before him, all the invective he had prepared got stuck in his throat.

That was the High Priest Demon Heart. He couldn’t afford to provoke her. Even if the next moment saw his death at her hand, he wouldn’t dare provoke such a figure, lest he find himself unable to live and unable to die.

“The affairs of your Central Imperial Country are none of my concern, but…”

Finding the sight of the Emperor Zhong unbearable, An Jiuyue lifted her eyes and looked at the Empress and the Ninth Prince.

“I’m taking this man with me. You have two days to select a new emperor for the Central Imperial Country. If you ask me, you seem like a suitable candidate,” she said, addressing the Ninth Prince.

“Me?”

The Ninth Prince was startled, raising his hand to point at himself.

“I am not suitable. There are other princes in the Central Imperial Country; choose one of them instead.”

He didn’t even need to think before rejecting An Jiuyue’s suggestion. If he had wanted that position, he could have seized it long ago.